The salt down your face A crocodile's tears at a racer's pace My skin, so torn- Lost in attempting to be reborn All compliments lay benign A snapped cog in a crippled mind The thrill of being desired left behind As i walk towards the ruins to realign The path has gone from cobbled road To dust and weeds of what we owned The single straw for the thousanth time This camel's back collapsed at the line Mistakes run red, the bed's been made We stare at a void where plans once laid. Cicada's cadence screaming out through the streets "I will never fulfill which you seek." Obtuse wording Wrong langauage portruding Eyes within the boiled blood Spit lined jagged angel's tongue With ferver and conviction A totem- addiction Dragging palms across hips of the sky Passions and fears quietly screaming out WHY The path has gone from cobbled road To dust and weeds of what we owned The single straw for the thousanth time This camel's back collapsed at the line Mistakes run red, the bed's been made We stare at a void where plans once laid. Cicada's cadence screaming out through the streets "I will never fulfill which you seek." Wounds and scars so plain to see Drenched head to toe in insecurities AN ego as crutch to mask the face Constant feeling of out of place Unable to walk, stood vultures feast- A feeble shell of collapse and defeat Drowned and soiled Displayed and pained- I'm walking past where columns once remained