What will be
A broken heart
That turns into powder .

It gets me high.
Enough to look the part

Alike as a beggar on a ***** street corner
An infested criminal
With such need to inflict some sorrow

All feeling is gone
From the inner roots to the outer shell.

A voice that was burnt ,
Window-less rag
Tossed and ripped and thrown
Around .
Guilt with shame is bliss.
Ignorance is a kiss.

Once a broken heart
Turned into powder
Does what makes you happy

Nothing else matters .