Time is running out and my mind grows weary.
I hate this feeling...

I open my eyes to a whole new day-
Last week was full of promise and hope...

I'm tired-
of standing on the walls of your...

Sometimes, I'm the one..
The one with the astute mind...

As I scream into the blinding dark
that is tainted with bitter...

Further from recognition I grew-
Disabled and unable...

This emetic reaction has led me to
beg you to spin around your heart...

Overwhelmed,
overpowered...

As the tongue trips, consonants drip,
defaming dubious dissertations...

On the shelf, neglected
my Kama Sutra lies...

Anguish.
I am in the shadow of societies unkempt tree...