Thursday, September 11, 2014


I woke up sober
And the world no longer tinted
Under a smoked lense
Yet it remains distorted
Through the broken filter
Of my brain
And everywhere your smiles
Are pulling faces
Mocking me
And everywhere your fingers 
Convicting me
Whispering voices mispronouncing my name
And you grow weary of my stalactitic tears
As the years chase away the clarity of youth
And wear me down to the gnarly bone

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