Why? Science does not answer why, but how.
Why is the plea explanation. The salve of psalm.
A lie of logic.
Like shit.
Just like this worthless suck.
Sick of it. You and the colors of your face.
Take off that death trend
small fragile violent wrath
you are nothing after the storm
a vacant space with the eyes of a lost child
no tit for you
starve in that skeletal coffin
condemned to your own macabre escapism
You up there
now this breeze and you can only concentrate on your stilts
not a vantage but your disorienting crutches
One step at a time
pull and lean into it
Curb the muzzle
save that face
dimestore prophet
Not that I give two shits, but three
nestle on your opinion
roost on that coddled saffron burned maggot filament
Why do I wake like this?
How do I wake like this.
By wearing a mirror.
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