Your grassy lies climbed up my highs,
inside the tunnel of everlasting sighs.

The turbulence in my ride
almost kept me uptight.

The smeared blood in my gazes
that the moon has named “bad phases”.

Crossing recklessly the memory lane,
my heart curled up in disdain.
Reserving the real ordeal for the time,
I told you, you’d never rhyme!
The venom in my grieve
would never let you breathe.

Hold on to your league
You mysterious nest of intrigue.

How you grazed in my shredded self,
now you wonder at that stale bread?

Years of wait, couldn’t I state,
depression has put on its own weight.

Remember your lacerating my obsession?
Ah, such a deliberate presentation.

Hey, listen oh’

I’ve transformed over phases,
All set to escape your mazes.
The riddles in your smile
could never figure out the pile.

But, cactus.

We aren’t done syncing aches,
drift away, for goodness sake!
You breach my bruised price,
Bid goodbye to your offending smile.