*Dedicated to a friend* an unsound heart Bare flesh pressed against a cold tile floor I'm crossing over monotone patters The endless white; the endless emptiness Unhappy windows lacking warmth Symmetrical lines and perfect measurements A colorless hell entrapment Freshly built yet smelling old Like lavender and baby powder Stale vanilla smoke and copper pennies Cornered off and infinte squares Producing imminent hopelessness Tourniquets covering worn scars Yellowed skin and spotted purple bruises Walls whispering withered white Buried beneath my bleeding bed sheets Chained to a mirror and hairbrush With a cracked perception and A half empty paper cup Swallowing pills to stop swallowing pills Hypodermic needles to calm cravings An iron won't press this crinkled mind With its carousel hallucinations And its schizophrenic dreams An iced ingenue makes angel imprints Over daffodils dusted in white substance Smeared and trampled under treacherous layers All sunshine obfuscated from plain view Eyelids covered in thick layers of dust Spider webs entangled in my fingertips Trouble breathing in air thick with clean Inhaling becomes carefully executed The Plagues of this incurable disorder Locked away to numb consciousness To prevent harm; to breed harm Within my unsound heart
i very much liked the imagery of this poem. Throughout the entire peice I was able to build a scene in my mind. Good work.
