ENCLOSED CONE OF MY HEART

ENCLOSED CONE OF MY HEART 

The soul is alone 

I'm at the rim of an enclosed cone 

But coming out of my zone 

Makes me crappy prone.

I step out in chivalry 

I don't know if it's psyche or soul 

With whom I'm having 

An ineffable rivalry.

I try to smash depredation.

I cry to propitiate

To satiate 

All sorts of depreciation.

I know I'm tenaciously strong

Coz I'm now skilled to even traumatise the wrong.