i tried it too, but lost his regards
i seek as they seek, with intent of art
i tender my all; passion and reserve;
the me inside my soul and body
i came back wearing shoes of ice
glitter shirt and trouser of glass
i became intoxicated, bleating
by the weight of pale memories
all i can think of is a caged birds
dressing their wings for no one
churning upon one another
each clouded by personal doom
now whenever i gaze i meet memories
but i cannot catch a single deed
to call my ardency, i think my thoughts
stitched me to sick phosphorescence