Three Reds

A distinctive step above exceptionality, Captioned with blackened, stiff formality. One glass atypical meets one other's standard From specific tongue, birthname is a slander... I mean you no harm, It is a gift of debilitation. Swayed with disharmonious charm, A gift horses liberation. You have nothing left but belief in your own. Always mine, the gnashing of teeth Your words are the pus of integrity that ego has outgrown. I meander my patterns toward sleep... Window of opportunity left open the slightest. A blind eye turned is twice as sight less The problem paradox of predictable surprises And my corneas melt, an equinox of the eyeless. I mean you no pain Merely guaranteed satisfaction Enamel gritting to grin My teeth biting at such distractions...