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