All scorn me. A monster should be feared. Witch hunt blame. Regret and damn the day. . I scream. . Fallen leaves. From the same family tree. Wind blown halves.
I try when there is no such thing. And hide rejecting, rejecting. . Reaching for a handful. (Yet still the pain goes on). Reaching for a handful. (Yet still the pain goes on).
Setting sail from a crushed rooftop. Fathoms deep, shallow as a raindrop. Attempt to feel 20/20 now. React like gasoline cornered by a house fire. . You can't come clean.