Just to follow function?

I'd rather be a function

Stalking a form

I'd rather be

Phenomenal fangs

Jewelry eyes

Little smiles (seven, precise)

Long faces dripping like wax

Why wax poetic when you could just

Die?

I need aid

Lemon, lime, emotional.

I need burn

Heart, -out, -up.

I want screens

Like friends, like foes, like self.

Like friends, like foes, like father

Like-minded, like some specific word I 

Can't

Won't

Don't have to say.

What is this you

Can't won't don't say?

This is your question as you scribble your entirety

Identity

All out on the floor

Out of your fingers bloody already

And I think

Two hands on my chin

One hand on the notebook

Three holding my face together

Two feet in the grave

One in the frying pan three more in the fire

And infinity in my day dreamt eyes

And I say

With my jewelry eyes

And my seven smiling mouths

And my melting faces

"It's son."

And of course you say son?

As you fall into your fur

Shedding your people costume

Cheshire and chagrined

Sun? But that would make you shine

I cry from eyes neither of us can see

And smile with my seven frowning mouths

And I say or daughter, neither feel good, not quite like I do, much more like

Steel wool words

Or perhaps

Maybe nails on a violin.

And you're quiet

Because

You understand.