Poetry The plot (high poetry)

[Noahhatesme]

A whirlwind began that morning
Of pearls as green as mars
The chapped scarlet of my lips
Spoke of beasts larger than lungs
As i clenched my heart
In bare hands and wondered
How did i make it here
With my blood on my sleeves
Someone in a suit jacket
Misstook me for thier own
So i threw on my trousers
And bolted out the door
To join those with violet eyes
On a conquest of hystarity
Impaired vision and vocals
In hallarity laughed too
To be bigger than any abnormality
Hide a past forgiven and distraught
You are what you eat
And to me i am nothing
A mind intangled in emotion
As thick as blood
With the severity of a coma
And the urgency of the plot