Faint

you can't begin to feel the pain I feel

remorse laps tidily as waves blanketing 

rough grain, burning through graze

as bleak disdain bleeds weakly out.

Warm chills keep away the cold truths,

and wrap me up in precious heats

of anger that so willingly make their way

into my mouth, through words I speak

if any at all may be around

I bid them leave this dawning moon.