The war inside
is best fought without armor
no need to get all up in arms
over what you have no hold over
pretend to be a hard-shelled crab
but your meat is so softly vulnerable
cooked from within
charred from inflicted self perfection
hope you like the taste
hope you like it done well
see you within your own personal ring of hell
or choose to be
an alternately colored stain
on an otherwise perfect portrait
embrace blemishes
erupt inner interpretations
be your own disgraced brush stroke
paint your own still
life crashing through bold lines
you know your own, so just already own it
FM Ghost 