This Sinister Drive up

Perplexed
Squinting eyes unseen
Towards the sun
Not a brilliant sky
Nor a cloudy one 
Seems to be unrealized
Like my own
Mindless inner chatter
Not built into coherancy
Not thrown to lazy wolves
If my blood should 
Run into the street
Traveling onto the drive
Would you notice me?
That the cells and water.
Blessed for a darkling
Ritual has been wasted
The child you raised
for arrogant sacrifice
For additions in plots
Dug around about 
This. Sinister unassuming
​​​​​Drive by