You look in the mirror
And you’re the one who cracks
Fragmented and vexed
Grab some cigarettes
To calm you down,
Turn your frown into a mask,
A $5, cheap façade.
I’ll buy what you’re selling
My nature’s not refined
So this gear will rig me out
And fill the void I wish to leave behind.
Consume the smoke, sweep the ash,
Choke on all the false relationships
Tempted to itch the bleeding rash.
No surprise that I faltered
That I slipped on your weary alter
I refuse to bow down to higher things
Because my back aches,
I’ve been hunched over for too long.
I’m tired of being minuscule
Tied to God in a molecule.
So strike a match and let it burn
Let it fall onto dry grass
We’ll so them our rage
Each page I painted in pencil
To show my anger without getting angry
And I still paint the pages,
But with spaghetti words.
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