When you are companionless What is it you contemplate Is it contented and composed Or crazed and cruel Coked or comatose Which character will I make you Cranked, cracked, and cheated You can’t combat me anymore Concede me the counteractive Of your complications and concerns I will cohere to you like cement Chasing away the corrupt Obscured in the clutch of chaos I’m your conclusion, your wrong choice Candy fixing calamity A calm purgatory -Blood & Bloom Poetry