Hymn/Him

Shades of bluish grey....
and a shabby white concrete tray.
Supports him through the night and day
and he has nothin much to say.

In a world of broken dreams,
silver spoons and golden streams
Sits around lazing all day and
he has nothin much to say.....

Unwound proboscis .......his nutrients in his head so bare
Tranquile puss.dying prey dying us.

I write with my insecurities.....
i write ..thinking what they will think of me.
Ive created a monster.....he lives in me
With not a moment passing by...
without him telling me.

He should stop.....this monster 'cause
i want to be happy....gain or loss.

He wraps me up in the most coldest of places....
Like the street he lived in ........

In the shades of bluish grey....and his shabby white concrete tray.