I must be mental
What is the value of these words?
Words are but naught
I’ve only ever used words to
I’ve only ever resorted to these flimsy things
Such is your gravity,
I wish to undress and
Show you my battle scars.
And show you my ghouls
My demons and my ghosts
And ask you, do you understand…
Mine are the simpers layered,
over the envy of your triumphs.
Mine is the face of concern
of your pain, within, I rejoice.