Flaunt

[deficiT]

At the core,
It's an infallible machine,
Full of backbone,
And spite

To take a breath,
Is to flaunt,
And to flaunt,
Is merely to want another

Another game,
Another day,
Has got you splayed,
Amongst a maze

Look at you,
With bitter indignation,
And a heart,
Full of shame

Remorse is a fickle friend,
And guilt seems like,
A chain wrapped,
Around my heels

And I spin my wheels,
Through the leftover rain,
And a muddy pile,
Of backwash and bile

But tomorrow I think,
I'll rise and blink,
Once again I'll stumble,
And grasp the outer layer

Of a mind that's gone,
Blank as carpet or canvas,
And I really will gel,
With the cats living in hell

I'll flip one more coin,
To see a soul adorned,
With speckles of sin,
Maybe some truth within

 

[deficiT]

Reserving right to steal this poem back and turn it into a song or something I've just been sitting on it a couple years and haven't done anything with it