Abandoned

[white camellia]

No classes had, no work done, no sleep taken there,
Time leaves no trail.
Death might be pleasanter,
But I won't tap into it-on my neck fixed a nail,
Suffering to live off a desecrater,
For the hearts need a heal before an underworld sail.
I'm not loafing a mile,
But with torment negotiating,
Neither party my soul is-an outsider, a justicer and a fence-straddler.

[blp]

This is a very good old one of yours that I missed first time 'round. It has a great sense of the mundane plus the very strange (neck fixed on a nail), something I want more of.

[white camellia]

Just felt that way at that moment, though quite imagined. I also sense a lack of development in this vision. The emotion was too much, but I tried to work it out in a rational way as the last three lines show.

[Triskele]

sounds like finals