My mind isn't in it!
I feel the utmost distractions luring me away.
I try oh my I do but…
Burning a pattern on my cheeks.
My own disappointment festering, growing.
Like the scab of a healing wound,
Making it worst,
Bleeding, pussing, oozing from that wound,
Like my distraction.
My tears now turning to blood,
Escaping my slowly dying heart of despair.
One last breath from my lifeless laid body…
My heart now belongs to you!