In all my world I don’t fit in,

I cannot see the room from walls,

My mind is spinning when I think

Of two hearts mixing perfectly.

I used to write of mates of soul

Of true love, first kisses and peace

Within, and warmth that shuts out

All the cold, that lives outside my walls.

Sharp, quick, burning bullets

Of correct speak, movement.

My world has passed me by

And now I stare surpassed by

All the rest, with realism clung

To my heart. That all these

Thoughts and foolish dreams

Are truly lies and muffled snares

And screams too loud

And fingers pressed, too

Tightly on the walls withdrawing

Into one last, tight box of sex –

The dreams are over,

The world I’ve loved is lost.