Painful bleedings in
Cold surroundings,
Warm thoughts
Through copper lines
And mechanisms.
Absent friends
Held true,
While present friends
Found false
In truth.
Love found in
Unlikely guise,
Lust found
In further confusion
And innocence.
From beginnings
Of hope,
To endings
Of –lessness
In hope.
My mind debates
The circumstances,
As body
Fills it’s blanks
And feels.
Consequences,
Consequences,
I befall myself.
I like this, but I'm not sure what it's about.