For lack thereof, I marked it well,

A hit or miss does kiss and tell,

Or telling and missing that kiss

On the cheeks of even fortune.

Balance is the key

To an invisible door.

Incomprehensible, fine,

But do you have to yell so loud?

Mirrored my empty personality,

Vampires, less than hemophiliacs,

Need replacement from endless supplement,

As the real maniacs pass us by,

No soapbox, no difficult stead;

Just position and shot

For perfection to head.

He's dead, he's dead,

And our mouths are sewn shut...