Extremely so, but not Critical

A beauty refined
to toil and wind
A grace througout
to crash and pout
A tone morose
to perch and host
A day undone
to regret and stun

lady be gone without a thought
a day forgot and on goes on

Pretend

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

Equal the days that I remember your face

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

A fallow state masked by compulsory need

I am on a friction high, clinging in ideals

tick tick tick

Take the nature sighs, dragging days, happy

You whisper, I hear only shallow swallows

tick tick tick

Spinning tops, are soaked in vodka stops

A sickening drain, until desperation seeps

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

Time to grow up.

Name Goes Here

Bang, Bang, Baby. Hear me squirm

Then follow the ring

The way can’t clear

Sweet lovely things cling tight

Detriment to a career, a desperation most clear

What fellowship

Holds the hand that gives forward ways

To lend

They miserly be, a grating grind that halts

In no man’s land.

Desperate action dictate

A fleeting faulting purge.

No screams, no cries, claw the grind

Chip away, bang, bang, comes but once a day.

That's funny, I don't actually remember writing any of that.

Un_Lcuky Numbers

Never the 

Lucky Ones 

23 34 1 52 8.. 9 4

Nothing at all To do with Elle

Drills Holes Into the Sides Where trust should Come into Play Yet I told them I was not There In that place Yes physically I was but The mind May Wander when No one IS Looking Constantly I Have not Seen Where I Was going Then IT was all Gone Seeping Out Drop By Drop Into the DEEP of the Pit Without A bottom A Bullet Chased me Down When I was Meant To Drown, The Dialogue suffers When the Character has NO Ground to stand on Rather Trodden in The Marsh Unaware that They are Sinking. Love Has very Little if anything AT all to Do with It. 

Does need be?

there was something New 

Something untold 

they spoke in shrieking 

Whispers 

I loved you. when 

there was time 

then It was all Gobbled 

up with greedy 

Licking tongues. 

they devour the thought 

Devour the mind 

Mind that I never knew 

But Now. I think 

That once you Knew 

sing the little Ashen days 

Into A dusting. tray

scratching nerves keep tender

Dreams harking late Nights 

into seeping dawns 

I had You when. you Gave

time to trace the Craven 

clouds into Ticking holes 

they Scream in the nights when 

Sunlight shuts up Her eyes. 

Chasing me into the Grave