Bless his heart
The fool rages once again
Flesh wounds truly scarring him deep
Harmless upon the naked eye

“Brandish your plastic grin
And roll your brittle bones to glory
Never mind the quivering mayhem
Never mind your brush with madness
No prosperity, without burning agony”

Those fragile bones
Turned to jagged shards through daylight
Lacerating, protruding my skin
Rendering my body contorted and heaving
A chaotic mess
Slathered across the cold pavement

“And so you shall remain!
You putrid stack of waste!
Thieving of space!
Blinding the gaze of passers by
Shut up and smile, a phrase coveted by many
Your brush with madness
The inferior of all struggles

I’m sorry for all of these sappy, panicky, crazy poems. I just have allot to get off of my chest. It has been a rough year.