Undefined

...and I hate who I'm becoming,

the mess that I reflect,
my broken jaw oozing
unspoken curses

on a silver plate.

...and I hold on to a memory,

a shallow grave for
moans and screams,
I can't believe this nightmare
feeds upon my days!

...and I smother the incentive,
throw away pride's flame,
sleep naked and uncertain
on the iceberg
of my iridescent
dreams.

...and I don't care if I breathe or close my eyes-
a bloodless heart will always lead

to a troubled mind.