you swim in the pool of my reality, i drown in the taste of your breath,
you plague me with abstract curiosity, your only fear should be death.
the monologue of my mind furthers hysteria, while your continuity brings about confusion,
the corridor to my heart is a menacing area, however yours is nothing but an illusion.
my patience is a catalyst to the suicide, straight faced as i fall for your farce,
interrupting your murder when i arrived, the mental scars transform into visible marks.
again, damned to failure i wend, when will it ever end? -jackson pierson @j.poetry.p