Stretched Jaw

Break me even.

It may change me,

Or I may remain.

I'm defined as a heartless b*****d,

It's my insides once played with.

These cords in my head

Beat a vision of ecstasy.

I yawn at your struggle,

Though I am too struggling,

Moaning a helpless cry.

Confused?

I think not.

The visions are clear,

But insuperable.

Shall I dance again?

A confusing sway of ecstasy?

I was looking for that heated breath,

But it left me bitter,

And low.

I yawn again at your struggle.

The symphony rages,

In a background of green.

Take me over the edge?

I tell you again,

I yawn breathlessly at your struggle.

Author's Note

I'm a bit unsure where I'm going with this piece. It's a but of random thoughts crossed into one. Any ideas? Hell, finish it if you'd like. :)

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Good read and write.

[Christoph Poe]

Thanks man! :)

[Jamal]

very interesting thoughts

[S]

its a very scattered piece...try to bind them together, otherwise it would remain very unclear....