Stranger Killer

Started with an ‘a’ and ended with a ‘z’ with nothing between. Telling something with no specific introduction and intangible finish line. If imperfection is the key to perfection then why do the veins keep pushing harder and harder badgering all my thoughts to the corner called blank. Where the lines of good, bad, wrong, right have been smudged. I am lost between the conscious and unconscious. Standing in the crowds full of fakeness for prestige. Such a great height I have climbed to satisfy your thoughts of what we should be. Looking back down has turned my giggle to sarcastic laugh. Looking up ahead has turned my sarcastic laugh to huge anxiety. Last time had never really taught me more. And here I am the flower that failed to bloom. My mind speaks, my body speaks the other thing, and the heart has done the best it can do. Frown by words, blown by madness. The truth had banged me to the wall. I was the stranger killer with a hole in head. The sides had been filled by perfection never make perfection mind. What is on my mind right now? As empty as a empty lunch meal box with naked hunger eyes licking all over. Words cannot tell enough right now.