Cinder Doll

Ultraviolet florescense
color me in ways that aren't aloud.
All I have are my two eyes
but I see hardly a sound.
Crying alone in the back sink.
Rolling down my face.
Aghast in my illicit nature,
every piece of love destroys my space.
         Blown to pieces. All my species.
         Inhale ceases. Without thesis. Blown to pieces.

Throw a punch in the air.
Cursing the floor as it creaks,
peacing my silent disturbance.
Not even for weeks.
I lie awake in my dead.
Coming up empty again.
Fighting to lose isn't right,
but it beats the letdown of a win.
         Blown to pieces. All my species.
         Inhale ceases. Without thesis. Blown to pieces.

Who has the right to question
all hypocrisies?
I'm like a brick on a frail shelf,
defeating my self-made democracy...
         blown to pieces. All my species. Blown to pieces.
         Inhale ceases. Nephews and nieces. Blown to pieces.
         All my diseases and all my weaknesses. Blown to pieces.
         Turmoil increases. Without thesis. Blown to...