Wild eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone. I stand contemplating reacting alone. Impaled with betrayal, the tourniquet turns. Society's creation pole axed out and burnt.
As the day begins to fade. Eventides, when I'm afraid. I'll never know if you'll appear. But my senses say you're near. . In the dark, when I write. Telling fortunes for my life.