Instance

Is this one more instance

Of that same old gist of myself?

Transmutated from memories 

Projecting an embodiment

Which at first, seemed far

Now all around, inside and out

Insideout, out of true sight

And it shines, clean, clear

Shivers me with purity

 Is it that false hope

Of one desired exception?

She fights to send it away

Doubts, tricks, sets-up 

But here, there, anywhere

The ugly or the beautiful

When sweet or when bitter

Tastes worse, tastes weaker

Lurking

Drowning in a stream of fuzzy thoughts

Drag the dead out of their tombs

Every time, after I doubt 

The nature of what I see

And the sobriety of my tongue  

While they rotten slowly

And I watch and rewatch 

These shows of decomposition 

Whatever she came to promise

I don't have it

I'm dry, overflowing powder

To suffocate her pervasiveness 

While she does nothing but collecting flowers 

In a dark room, as they suffocate 

Just for aromatization

 I poke holes and carve bruises

Smothering her silly fairy-tale words 

Which deviate me from my path

All I ask is do not listen

Do not forget I'll always be here

Lurking and conspiring

Compulsively digging my way out