Secret Skin

I fall from the dream-catcher's mitt 
  I'm all thumbs 
  and not what she's after 

  My smoldering remains burn over glowing embers 
  As you ready and position short-term goal tenders 
  I lay un-kissed at the summer jams 
  A bag of ruptured glands 
  Who lacks reasoning to understand 
  My self-directed hate fits 

  We mouth the vilest sacrament 
  And adhere to these tacit skirmishes 
  All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched 
  We ate each other's hearts out of serving dishes 

  This soft science leaves my body under whelmed 
  Our ambitious union dissolved out of the color film 
  And I am just a crude outline 
  Obscured and pegged and numbered 
  Dangling from power lines 
  One of many discarded ex-lovers 
  Throwing pet food from the red carpet 
  At de-colorized coupling of heart-shapes 
  And all the panic-stricken flower maidens 
  Update their 'who to hate' list 
  My journal entries are irony-laden 
  And tirelessly self-loathing 

  We mouth the vilest sacrament 
  And adhere to these tacit skirmishes 
  All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched 
  We ate each other's hearts out of serving dishes 

  Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt, 
  Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt…. 

  We've mouthed the vilest sacrament 

  I fell from the dream-catchers mitt 

  With spooky incantations and dead language motifs 

  Their defected army become my rogue fleet 

  Sequestering yahoo, superimposes his frail person