Seven Are One (It Is Finished When)

I

Resenting

F

G

You meant everything mean

In full armor standing by

A R(egress)īon door, waiting

To just flee the fucking scene.

II

all of the

U

O

I lost anything that was clean

When I bled secrets to die—

To kill obliviating

Thoughts that went unseen.

III

Youthful

C

O

My love would slip in between

These widening cracks so dry.

These thoughts, they brewed, creating

Affection too strong, “too teen”.

IV

thoughts will

K

D

Seven sins twist and careen

Poetically as words by

The Dictator dictating

Indie-pressed thoughts so obscene.

V

Annihilate

Y

B

And now maybe you’ll convene

Reconciliation’s Sigh;

Maybe I’ll buy, sedating

Questions asked by the unclean.

VI

the painful

O

Y

Those words were so serpentine;

Hissing in my ears to try

And make me need your hating

Like some “too needy” machine.

VII

Narcosis

U

E

I started in quarantine,

Always so quick to deny

The truth which was inflating.

You were just my dopamine.