Hush

                  The pit spit
                                     
                               from my  
 
                                            cherry heart  
 
                                                            I kiss  
 
                                            fragile glass  
                                    
                           with lips of steel  
 
            the secrets  
 
                          of a meager man  
 
                                                       bleed  
 
                                   from my mouth  
 
                          I stand  
 
        stark  
 
                  naked  
 
                            before  
 
                                       you  
 
                                          what is it  
 
                                                       that you see  
 
                             I swear to god  
 
                                    it's me  
 
                               I'm the color  
 
                                     that's  
 
            c     i       l e  
         s    r    b  b      d                 outside  
 
                                   the lines
 
 
I emulate  
 
               the essence  
 
                                  inside  
     
                                             my  
 
                                                 m e
                                                          s    
                                                         s
                                                     y  
 
                                                             soul  
 
                                                      the  
 
                                        initiative  
 
                      of my ideal  
 
          remains  
 
                     unfinished..  
 
                              the master  
 
                                              of my  
                                               
                              d   is  a st  e     r  
 
                                                       diminished  
 
                                                  within  
 
                              the coalesced  
 
                       clot  
 
                                 of  
 
                                          a  
 
                                                 red  
 
                                                           blotting  
 
                                                     ink  
 
                                   I think...  
 
                                         I  
 
                                         s
                                        i
                                          n
                                        k  
 
                       like
                        
                                an  
 
                                        anchor  
 
                                     I am  
 
                      a model  
 
  of melting flesh  
 
                            dis per sed  
   
                                             death  
 
                                                          in  
 
                                                              the  
 
                                                                     circum  
 
                                                 swells  
 
                                        of my  
 
                    boiling blood
   
     where I may  
 
                      forever  
 
                                     feel  
 
                                               your  
 
                                                           burn  
 
                                         🔥
 
 
                                                      ELÝ