February Disaster Poem by Andrus Cassian

The February Disaster like a horric catchy song
still boils and circulates through my mind
A prisoner I've regretfully becoming, no surprise
I am chained to a fence post like a rabid, savage dog
it suits me right or does it suit me wrong
Judgement is out of question and lying has never fit me well
All of these stringed hearts suspended from the ceiling
still bears the rememberance of the one I used to call...
Heavily I want to combust, become a thousand yard firework spectacle
'I love you', I meant it, I believed it
just to have it shoved back down my trachea
like a dead animal being stuffed
Perfect deception
I'm not one to betrayed, so easily played
but death has swept through me internally
A day externally sitting in the rain
needed assistance, a day of proclamation
Here I sit an idiot, a waste of space
no wonder I'm alone this day
This masterpiece...what masterpiece...
I was born a wreck, a walking mess
what else can I do, nothing...nothing...
entirely eradicated, suddenly evaporated
A silhouetted mask supporting a weak smile, just another lie
I lay witness to these paper hearts, a scream threatening to sound
I once poured out my heart to have it stepped on and forgotten
left in a barren wasteland of the decaying things I believed beautiful
Said I don't care, said I was done
sadly, it was over before it begun
the inevitable was just too impossible to change and escape