fashioned a precipice
understanding
the cost, the fall
the hopelessness
of it, 
always unattainable, sought
out
all the 
sanity bled blue,
choosing fool,
but 
not idiot,
keen enough to catch
demise,
and choosing stupid
all
futile tries
abiding
by 
the inexplicable vicious 
situations 

oh, woe
oh
me
oh better to bleed
than
secede
from the ventricle
visions,
sculptors 
of this most beautiful
self,
that truth, one
cannot
hide, or dissuade…
apologies,
just seem to be 
made
this way.