poopsand

like vultures,
fucking vultures circling wounded prey
you cling to meaning
for the sake of reassurance
or in actuality, the sake of bandaging your wounds
as a result of your mistakes
ill soothe you tonight with lies
you smell like cheap perfume
and your breath is hot against my cheek
i hold you, for my own reassurance
but i know I've already lost you.


i am building this, for you, in all hopes that one day
I'll be able to smile at the look on your face
when it all comes crashing down
destroyed
a repercussion to your livelihood
cloak your feelings
emotions burned out, but time past being provocative enough
to draw you out of hiding
to burn you where you stand


the savageness in which you decry compassion
and the beating of your heart
imbrues me with fear

im wide awake.

im dying.

cops and robbers.

This unbearable burden is closer to being lifted off my shoulders. Like walking through deep snow with every step getting harder then the last, and the snow seemingly rising, its only intent to consume you and break you.

I've carried on, but with a chip on my shoulder. Now, i could be pressed to care. which might work out, since i usually only care about myself.
but when your burning bridges, bridges that are years in the making, you send a clear message.

so, i implore you, continue on. see how far it gets you. If you cross enough people, you may be able to die alone. all those who you think about, or favor, or slave to, don't mean anything to you. when you drop, they drop. when your gone, they might miss you for about 25 minutes.. before they get a fix.

I'm over it. home is home is hell. I'm used to it... everything i hate about here, i love equally.

so, in a press statement I release to the world, I denounce the merits of companionship, and friendship, and boast endlessly of the destruction of my sense of certainty, and compassion.