Delirium Bower

I...

I gotta ask you

How do you do it?

As every time, you leave me hanging

Chasing a tale I fear to tell

Even when the ink has already told the tale

I cut myself to speak of it again

thoughts brindled with words unsaid.

Yet I...

I gotta ask again

How am I?

A shade upon your canvas

Left in a delirium cause of delight

Divided upon penning wisdom Devine

Right into corridors of fear correction

Sacred scared to pin divinity,

onto your written consent.

Where I...

I gotta ask you again

Why do you draw all my elements to shame?

shading tears hoping the rain to cover the pain

Yet heart reigned upon a pleading chase

Checkmated with fading pleasure chess

Guilt filtered with begging sorrow sorry's

Unhinged to your tongue bitter pleasures.

Where I...

I gotta ask again

Before the bower of guilt, consumes me whole again

Why do you..?

always have a hold on me

Choking the very existence,

of my innocent thoughts into debt.

polluting my mind into whispering all shades of dirt

Yet denying me, a chance to shade your canvas.