skrrrrrrrrrrttttttttt

affection has weathered my chest's impenetrable citadel
and i'm welcomed back warmly into the deep hole in which i fell.
the demons have found another soul to make their plaything
with hands around their throats and bows held tightly to the heartstrings.
playing and plucking every note pizzicato -
still so discordant and ugly beneath all bravado.
i'll find my anxious thoughts sleeping and with the pillow, gently smother
so maybe then we can try and be inadequate with one another.