Helen · Feb 7, 2012
ahhh... f***

did you really?
try to scream at me?
with half a gram
of crack cocaine
screaming through your veins?

did you think?
the yellow walls
that you currently have
my face crawl

across...

is a rainbow of color
in red?
do you really think
the scars
that trek
across my head

are trophies?

You don't know me

do you?

I've seen you whisper
to a God that doesn't listen
I've watched you trace
apparitions
which you think
glisten with malicious intent
but you've never been able
to see my discontent

don't caress me
with fingertips
burnt beyond
recognition

We've both been there

but I've awoken

you sleep inside your dream
expecting me to mount
a search and rescue mission

not going to happen...
 
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