Heavy metal baggage

in a punk rock case.

My melancholy tastes,

show only disgrace.

Discord, in a dishonest

attribute.

Just like the flowers

that stem beyond roots.

Drag my veins with

taunting rusted flames.

A beg of blood,

a corpse of love;

Still oh, I am me.

Teased and crooked

by the emotional

turmoil in his calculated

disease...

-HMG