dis.orderly . 
momma didn't teach any manners ..   

i became brilliant alone 

seeing the un.seeable, 
inside the minds of broken people, 
the choked voiceless, 
cold alone, the hopeless

 roaming through zones.. 
hazardous .
there's a way around the feel ..   

surreal .. 
it seems too far away

untouchable, no face, nameless, 
cant be replaced, 
inside the case of a magicians box, 
waiting to be severed in half

pieces..
one for you..
two for them.. 
how many limbs can i lend..   

detached from the wrath.. 
i'm sinking fast..   

yet floating in my own devoting space

smoke rings rise 
with the fall of your chest, 
hiding lines behind a simple jest, 
needing approval from no one else,   

I escape into the fumes leaving the rest

to fill the room 
whole heartedly consumed..   

the kind of taste you chase ... 
shameless ..
a waste..   

yet i  fit like a glove to your..
level above.. ... 
consumption..
there's no where else
to place your case ..           





i win