I Wrote Something

Nameless Poem.... A fixture in faint surgery
Combats against your decision.
Fluid instructions and blurry summaries
mandate a mannequin incision.

Through your blood shed,
You become alive.
Lulling labels...
Luminescence at sunrise.

I've found the fuse to your validation.
You're just a fatal attempt at perfection.
I've slaughtered the muse of your creations
As I mothered your infection.

Although the bulbs may find their flight,
There's no rhythm, no fluttery!
Their light is all they can disguise
Sponging all their lies,
Coddling their cries..

I am your Eve of misbehaviour..
Your lungs and what you breath.



So far, this is all I have. But I will edit this again. Thanks for reading.