This is an older one. I don't think my creative writing prof liked it much.

FRONTING

I tried to trust in treason
make due with mischievious melancoly
mourning my morbid mayhem
but I plateau at appathy
always returning to sympathy
and altruistic synonyms for sorrow

Somehow music makes massachres
embroiled in this ether of ethos
a strange cartography for holocaustic craniums