dysfunctional?
must I control
with etiquettes of insecurity
build monuments to fear
dance to the insipid banter
of a primetime fear fest
smile as I'm dying inside
from the darkness
the stench of ego bound rotting souls
penetrating these fortress walls
my spirit's tomb
to surrender to need
to the desires of the heart
my prison walls fade to the fog
in the mid day sun
the fuel of my passion
i am
only in the gaze of loving eyes
so i need
to exist
i trust
i love
i fall apart
i grieve
i trust again
i love again
so I may breathe
and live
