“I Think I Can”
Hell bent,on or off with your head, over neck, seamless in color, my pulse now a wreck,
Your cavity now, which for so lacking in beat,like soles of your boots that left like the heat,
I didn’t expect to get what I wanted, but it was easier to leave someplace already haunted,
And you never found out, you didn’t have to hurt me to get the final say,
I would have listened either way,
But for my sanity slipping, your fist without mind gripping,
You took my voice so now instead I sigh,
You are the sickness so why should I die?
-e. boring