Beneath My Perfected Manners…

Deep down

Hidden beneath my perfected manners

Are mystical desires to drown

In the darkness of a lonely night

Along with my forgotten lover

To sing the embarrassing verse

From my diary which is hidden under my bed covers

To dive in the sea of memories

And relive them drop by drop

To lie under the shadows of ignored trees

On the lap of the dead and the lost

Deep down

Beneath my perfected manners

There lays a wild ambition

To live

And not survive

To risk what is left

And feel

Alive.