*

& it must be growing critical,

something's slowly leaking cerebral,

no care at all,

if & how I fall,

took & stole,

at every corner 

mine heart felt whole;

pieces have lost strength in tone,

some began to loosen by heated bone;

& 

layers peeling back by unknown force,

sending mine forth another blown course;

peeled awake from beneath hidden corners inside,

took a stroll whenever opportunity should arise,

though -

mine soul fought till eyes grew dry,

my mistake in thinking erected with steal walls;

I can not cure you all,

there's bound to be remnants wandering about

unforeseen squall,

festering till warning bells in wrawl,

give heart a second to stand beyond perpetual crawl,

take lead of mine hand to scrawl,

you carry no voice,

yet,

scream loudly in the darkest devoice

-

this soul's desires are of but single minded choice.