even blanks'll leave a mark
sight is crooked
(an) empty head + dead heart
make lousy targets
first thing i did today,
when i woke up.
was to lie to you, dear
and tell you i'm OK.
you set the plague on me
began the crumbling
undoing
that it'd taken me decades to.
consume the lie that i am.
a pitiable creature
seen falsely as an enviable man
destroying + discarding
the things they desire
spitefully watching them starve
broken bicycles
rusted shopping carts
dead fishes +
drunkards
on the bank
asphyxed eyes
bacterial green
waters
ruptured veins of our lives.
always the coward's way.
i've never known my role
but it'll leave a scar when i go.
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