Hard to lee

Bloated bed of nails -

Crosses guile unkempt.

Rotting feast, feed remorse -

Hunger!  Hide my skin and bone.

Pleasures stolen entourage,

locked in fear, I paste a smile.

Sunshade shadows wasted tears,

hard to lee, with visions blurred.

Eloquently lie, my fine thief.

Whispered stench in believing ears -

Noise pollution? I can't smell.

While this shoulder narrows upon that grindstone.