Disenchanted Dreamer

A tear stained kind of morning
Opal white, wickam grey, heavyset with overcast
Sharing my full portion of solemn solitude
As befits my blueming mood

Trendy with original ghostly designs
Altered grotesque fog figures
Eerily quiet, primal and wild
Contorted in unnatural shapes
Unrecognizable swirls, twisting in the rising mist
On the rocky Eastern Edge shoreline
Of the shadowed surface of SunDowner's Lake

My perceptions are vastly contrary, a major hindrance
To rules and regulations written in blood
I'm the disenchanted dreamer
Freed from being happy
Detached and isolated from my emotional spirit
Disconnected from the Life Zone

My frazzled thoughts function with muddy preciseness
I exhaust all means to slice my blunted point across

Sharply dull, the copper hazed bullets
Explode forcefully in my misshapen heart
A hydrogen bomb fallout that hovers and suffuses
A clinging vine persona tightly clenched to other haunted souls
In blood so stickysweet, slickly bitter
Coagulated into spastic splatters
Sparkplug splotches and gooey globs

A grandiose grand finale taste of how I feel