tried so hard to break
the chapter only I could know

another pattern forming
a little age around nothing

but this is just the start
I want to believe in fun art

what became my undoing
as far as I can tell it's blooming

a framework again yet sleeps
and the days blurred and i weep

in the door in to one
things I've never done

in the all closed ketchup tears
peel my scars to know I was here