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.