To weep is a futile gesture,

                                                  (A waste of good salt...)

         Tears change nothing, unlike blood:

One drop will call the world to look

                                            To see your suffering,

                                            And test its empathy,

...Or at least its capacity thereof.

               One drop can call on oblivion-

And begin your gentle release...

                                     Bleeding brings quiet,

      while lost tears only breed,

                       Never ending,

                                only feeding upon themselves.

There is no point in tears.

               As if nothing effects, I act-

   Yet here I sit, sick,

                                  Thinking,

       An uncomfortable warmth building,

Burning my eyes

                              As well as my heart.

Begging for and disgusted by

              A single thing, one and the same…

 A need that destroys as it is satisfied

                        (…a destruction quite satisfying…)

Oh! how the love of the recognition affects….

I know that people don't usually pay attention, but I love to talk. Even if it is just so I can fill the silence. I love to hear myself run off at the mouth.

Who is the same way?

If that which I believe

      -as fragile as my psyche is-

Is mad,

               Then perhaps I am mad

Never angry, of course,

    Just mildly deranged.

A bit of difference never failed to blend in

                                                   with the crowd…

everyone has become so different

normalcy is finally a myth-

                     fiercely sought

                              but

                    never witnessed.

Control, with its many faces,

        Is itself indeed feral

Exerted sometimes without knowledge

                             sly glances

                             coy words

INCOGNITO

                   Except to me.

        Passive as one dares to be,

                   Orders are never unfamiliar…

Gently met with appreciative submission

                           Quiet adoration

                            Loving compliance…

Sweet to be told

    Always then, you’ve done no wrong.