Flower Boy

Laying desolate in a graveyard 

Corpse stiff, corpse-like

Morbid, white cooked albumen

Breathing in, I've befriended isolation 

Facing problem after problem

I'm watching the shifting sky dance 

I could watch it and get dizzy all day

Sitting there, without a care

It has dawned on me

I'm in manacles in a mental prison

Frustration is building up

Like rancour or growing jealousy

I'm a volcano exploding

Suddenly 

I'm malleable like clay

Cutting myself a fine slice of cake 

I've calmed my frayed nerves 

With love letters to death 

Yet again.