Sadness is humiliating
It's hard to hide your (my)sadness when it's
engraved into your (my)skin like an epitaph for your
(my)
former self .
R.I.P
False suns fuel your (my) happiness
keep you (me) warm for a moment
but when they burn up and engulf your (my) solar system there is no comfort like a
slit in your (my) vessel
letting the sadness leak out like old pipes in the
house you (i) grew up in.
No escape like going to your (my) own secret place with your (my) own secret utensils to sort it all out.
Sweet and metallic on your (my) tongue.
You (i) know your (my)sadness is delicious.
You'll (i'll) show them acting out,
you'll (i'll) show them unruly.
You'll (i'll) show them disrespectful.
But now you're (my) hands are stained red
and all they'll ever see are the hieroglyphics on the cave walls
the etchings of lost civilizations
you are (i am)drowning in your (my) own blood
maybe one day you (i) won't be so anxious
maybe one day you (i)won't be so vulnerable
maybe one day your (my) scars will fade
but until that day you're (I'm) dozing off in a graveyard.