New
Bluelight Crew
Locked in a tie ever
delicately woven to
impress its visage
upon my will, losing
the grip on what was
once what I called me.
Hindered by myself under
life's various strains until
the ensuing crack left splits
through that I hold to heart.
Sitting, spirit sallow, watching
miracles pass in front of me while
left to approve in sanitized folly to
the chagrin of one once among them.
delicately woven to
impress its visage
upon my will, losing
the grip on what was
once what I called me.
Hindered by myself under
life's various strains until
the ensuing crack left splits
through that I hold to heart.
Sitting, spirit sallow, watching
miracles pass in front of me while
left to approve in sanitized folly to
the chagrin of one once among them.
