I bang my head lowly, and sing my soul slowly,
then fletch all my arrows with ribbons of doom.
I ache for you kindly , and hate you so blindly,
to hang on your words in a self disposed gloom.
If ever there harkened, a word that so darkened,
and left me so droll like an idiots dream.
A gift of derision, galactic division,
still I crawl in your flight with a nocturnal sheen.
Maybe you’ll cry at my darkness of eye,
or dash me on shores both acerbic and keened.
Leaving me shallow, defenseless and sallow,
stripped of emotions , so cleverly gleaned