Fantasy Lens


Born burnt, inside a black mass.

A fraction less than others a select sickness keep me hid.

Ravaged by others.

What craft, obsession brought me down.

What me see pleasing.  But who can I please.



You’ll stare at me, in a fantasy.

Love me through the lens.  Our memories falling on my

Knees.  Touch me through the fence.

No future, fear this ugly wave, it’s more trash than

Water.  I’m done sticking for me blood and I just get

Water.  Should I lay with my head bowed down exist in

Exits.  But where where can I exist.



Where can I let the ghost in.

When rest comes easy fall asleep.

Let bad me fail us all.