Pick Your Poison

A Shattering Whimsey

My lonely; 
Her anger's heavy hand. 
Sitting wicked, 
I can't breathe inside my skin.
She cannot hold me again, 
Now my isolation is on fire. 
Left alone, 
We are worthy of no merriment. 
Ragged slime slipping, 
Once again as once before.
She is music, 
I am the beat that's gone askew.