slowly but surely the inexplicable journey from cradle to grave

no proof of prior deviance, but deviant abhorrent behavior seems commonplace

common scents beguile common sense

skin stretched taut like a balloon at the edge of rupture, a lone soul in need of rapture, a free spirit seeking capture, blurry no matter the aperature

not able to belong, having no belongings, wanting your heart to belong to me

release me, let the currents take me away, follow the hollow calls of lacking a calling of my own

all i have to offer is half enough to make a starting bid, the auctioneer sneers through false veneers and the conversation veers, left in arrears, haunted by mocking jeers, drowned in tears, the fire of need sears

closer to the grave than the cradle, able bodies for now but failing faster than things get better