"SURREAL"

I won't gainsay
To evanesce
I detest the mirror
My revered infirmity

Yet I can't help it

A degenerate for loathing
Put match to it and hold 
If I were to lactate flesh
Summate and combust

Caught in the confines
Of simplicity
We all presume truth
For something

I am faint hearted
When tottering
A tortured artist
In staining the canvas