something in me truly flawed

Something 

In
Me Truly Flawed.
++++13++++

She tried 

seeing
past all 

of

My Flaws

yet,
there wouldn't 

be

Anything 
Left of me

but 

A 

Faceless
Man 

cowering 

on
the floor 

scribbling
Fictions 

across 

The 

Walls
of 

His Heart 

with Shit.

Laughing Tears 

Of 

Madness that 

Echo 

down

Winding 

Halls

of 

Broken
Dreams.

How 

many Dead 

Walk
through 

My Head?

 Hard to say

really..

 
but 

The Cellophane 

Crackle
in My Ears 

indicates 

A 

Crowd
of 

The Hungry 

Bastards.

Teeming up 

to 

exact some 

secret
Revenge 

for 

Olds Sins 

I 

don't recall.

+

Yesterday 

Hurt Less..

but
The Memory 

of 

It Now Cuts
More

because that's
How 

Beauty Works..

teasing 

the Mind with 

fleeting
Moments 

of Joy

that Become

Nightmares 

once 

you can no
longer find 

it 

in yourself 

to
Relive them

Without 

scratching

Out
your Eyes in 

Rage.

(My Eyes 

are Cursed
however

So They Always

grow Back.)

__

She tried 

to 

rid me of 

My
Devils.

but,

without 

Them
there is 

Nothing in 

Me.

I am :

The 

Blank Man 

Standing
in 

A Room 

of Shadows

choking on 

White 

Smoke
fuming From
an Angel's 

Cigarette

while 

pretending 

to Smile 

at Jokes 

I
don't 

Understand

because Life's
Humor 

Fucking Sickens 

Me.

(since 

All 

Punchlines 

End
in Death.)

How Many 

Cherubs 

Dance
Chaotic Serenades 

In Here?

Hard to say 

really..

trying 

to 

see 

through 

Restless 
Tears 

their 

writhing
structures.

adhering 

to a formless
form of forms 

that always 

seems to let 

me know..

that..

(There's 

Something
in Me Truly 

Flawed.)

jsh