Secret

Lost and broken.

Extending to edges,

where remnants of ups

turn to inwards instead.

The broke, weak and shrivelled,

the gone of it all,

the parts to the puzzle

I gave up to fall

to the base -

but i like it, is that something fucked?

To be killing and dying but thinking it's luck?

It's the waste of the atoms surrounding the cause,

when the option is there you can fuck all the laws.

And the rules and the lines

and the borders to cross,

where the other side's boring

and this side's just lost.

In the web of forgetting

and wanting and more.

In fly some options,

then straight out the door.

My turn isn't near,

it's nowhere in sight.

Even those who I try

disappear in the night.

The aim is just sat on, laughed at.

And BLIND is the chosen

with whom, I just know,

us combined,

would be great in the darkness

of shared expeditions.

Adventures of us,

and lost inhibitions.

Who knows when a "one"

or another will come,

probably never

where I am all done.

My truth lies inside,

nobody to see

- rather, nobody willing

to venture beneath.

The power of cover

becomes like a shield

from myself, from the others,

from everything healed.

The love of the serpent

to turn me to dark,

becomes my reliable secret at last!

At the end, when I leave,

and come back to this spot,

the pleasure envelopes me

back into 'NOT'.