Breathing this air
Is like breathing in water.
It's so thick,
Yet I feel so light headed.
That last part was your fault.
You received a punch to the face,
And chalked it up
To your stubborn stupidity.
Now every dried up
Piece of advice
That you try to administer to me,
Through a ***** used needle
That you found on the street,
Tastes like copper.
I'm just hoping for the next gust of wind
To wash that taste right out
Of my mouth.
Fill my head with something more substantial.
You're not Superman,
You can't barely pull off Clark Kent.
Remember when you called
That old man's heart attack at the mall?
Back when we were just learning,
About our special skills?
I've got a lot better at sensing the physical pain,
But your still not as good with the emotional.
I never told you this, but later that day
A strange old lady came up to me and said,
"I know what both of you can do.
I'll pray for you to be saved,
But your friend here has abused his gift."
She knew about you.