Sophomore Nuances Lost In Absolution – Unhinged Poem

She cried, while I watched on, not wanting to be seen, for the time was far from right, my sickness was also my curse, a twisted little lie, a skin suit in which to hide, I toil away like a possessed infant, waiting, wanting, masturbating to the memories locked away in the eyes of my mind, storing her tears, for they lubricate that which ebbs my flow, my inner self, the devil below…