Cheyenne Rhon - Imbalanced

The remnants of the character,
That stands by my side holds me,
Without a reason why.

I'm fighting with an awry mind,
That subsides with the death,
Of those dark eyes and,
Vacancy I do despise.

I refuse to decide,
When feelings do not arise,
Without a reason why.

So, I'm peeling off,
Your pale complexion,
And cradling your darkness,
To my exposed breast.

Please, suck my energy,
For I am your fool,
But, you know it won't dilute,
The chemical imbalance

And my excuses justify,
Without a reason why.

Cheyenne Rhon

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