Pulsating beneath cotton fibers,
Hidden desires run abound.
Omnipresent sound, pulsating,
Beats out my silent frustrations.
Sanguine condesation forms upon the cusp;
Blackened dreams etched in rust
Beg to break free from this machine.
The same tune grinds from Heart's gears,
Malformed from erroding tears.
A bittersweet melancholy melody,
Weaving treachery and passion.
Fashioning each impact
As gift wrapped
Heartbreak.
Every squeeze of these shattered sleeves,
Greases the shafts.
A broken man grafts each bit of misery
He, the vessel, continues to run on empty.
