The Invincibility of a Shattered Soul

I am

A disparaged soul

Threaded to despondency 

My fractured heart littered with

Fractals of self-inflicted guilt

My tears 

Are scattered rhinestones

That glisten brighter than

Censored purity

My heart 

Is a circuitous void

Worn by rusted debauchery and

Dark incisions

My mind

Is an interstellar catalyst

Chained to a an incarcerated milky way

A mutilated toy

My voice

Is half sunken by potent waves

And quelling white noise

Blaring like sirens 

I was

Merely another automonal entity

Yearning for a charming fool’s sacred touch,

Waiting for a mindless figurehead

To weave patterns into the grooves of my skin,

Mend, then resculpt my ruptured bones

And emanate color from the artificiality

Of an Odyssean, statuesque composure.

The sandglass shatters into indiscernible shards

And days dwindle away

As puppet-like dames implore ruinous saints

To irradiate the anticlimactic bleakness of 

A daydream stripped of all its glamor

Regal or uncouth 

Glittering or obscure

Sweet or unchaste

I am confined to the ineffable paraplegia 

Of an enshrined corporeality

I was 

A nameless blob in a dark, endless horizon

Just another pretty face

Destined to fade away 

I refuse to scintillate in the imperious crowds

I am not the object of society’s recreation

I was not formulated for their insatiable amusement

I was only taught how to cry at birth

So listen to the forthrightness of my wails

The wavering dissonance of the anthem of unadulterated loss

Will break your vanity into a thousand pieces