Mellifluous Murmurs

Exquisite

He likes to look at life open and surreal with absolutely no blemish;

everything that possesses beauty shall never perish.

The eyebrow hairs that decide to stand out on his face

makes his body shudder into a thousand nerves that result in a trace.

You'll live in the midst so opaque

the day you wake up with a clean soul and nothing left for the devil to take.

The price of being a walking spirit on this land

costs more than just living; but it means no worth compared to this rusty ole' hand

your personality will just be dull, blunt, yet so bland

it may not be what you have planned

or what they have had against you or banned

it may be as thick as a head of hair or maybe even a strand

but no one could come across the area of where I stand.

Sometimes you can't give enough 

or what your good intentions mean, others think it's a bluff

you smooth your tracks out on the line but as you look back, they grow oddly rough

your muscles come up in show but still, you don't think you're just as tough

you would do anything for a loved one, even tear your heart out, but all they'd retort back is a huff

you look at yourself and think, "I guess I wasn't good enough."

Your nails embedd themselves onto your skin

"nothing will happen, my blood runs thin!"

You'd knock your head into the wall and exclaim it's just like tin

intoxicate yourself and drunken your mind while you spin

trot down memory lane and cut your unwounded win

because in the end, every crack you step on is considered a vow breaking sin..