Tessellate.

this life of mine is a violent art
raw and
shivering
i've listened to too much music today
it's on my hands
i wonder who reads this
professors say things
i don't care about
the people around me are
the real doctors
rain does things
i think
i sit before a man in a suit and tie
he knows too much
you can see it in his startled eyes
i see faces that aren't here
a different kind of art
adding pictures to sounds
i'm denying the advance
of winter
are you still real?
because you're here but am i there
and as for you
please stop reading this.
i guess i understand now
if you love
me
let me go