The worst of the worst
a person now perverse
Who was I before and who am I now
Constantly walking this rickety old bridge
they reach out to help
and I sever their hands
time bomb conjunction
this immobile malfunction
slowly collapsing
and I can't breathe
why do I have friends
when I'm so terrible
I wouldn't be my friend
my lover
or anything else
not even worth the skin I'm built into
my art a tattered sham
this heart
a complex of disgust
Just a hopeless time capsule
inside this empty shell
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