As bizarre as it sounds
As incongruent as it may seem
Perhaps I truly stand alone.
Piece by piece, you take me apart
My brain floats downstream into oblivion
The rest of me whispers to the ocean
Spears & daggers are shot into the wind
Aimed towards my temples
Leaving me deformed.
Only the bravest can reveal their vulnerability
So I cried.
When I was done,
I collected my tears in a wash-basin
And washed my hair with it
Passion over perfection, right?