shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
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shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
bleak affair
warning lights
sparkling cider,
haze of cigar smoke
trouble
pillow case
scribbles of red ink one my forearm
a seven
a couple of J’s
and a smiley face
sail away
like dexter morgan sail away
end up on an island
far enough away
no one knows your face
gone lost without a trace
far enough away
no one will know
your name
the old you missed out on the new me
truly all bad things come in three
missing something unexplainable
i keep hearing it’s unattainable
this life isn’t sustainable
a lost bone that’s not obtainable
charred face
burn marks sweeping under a tilted mask
one word over and over
leave,
he never eats sleeps
just leaves
i don’t remember
remembering you
a bad dream a lonely december
you called;
a deal line
i only know
from the terror sweats
in the morning,
they said you lied
and i believed it