The raccoons didn’t know the rules of the road
they too got shot down by the police
But I don’t even have anyone to kiss, I can’t even pretend I’m touching you
And my tongue feels numb without fuel;
maybe I should say “*******” too.
Forgetting you preferred
beauty
and abuse
to praise
Do I remind you of those that care, those you hate?
and could I still beg to partake
in your spiral downward,
my personal annihilation,
a hallucination of grace.
pathetic maniacal
you can destroy minds, turn them into inspired little sheep
I hope I end in tragedy, and I pray this fate for you as well
My trivial little world to be entangled in a web
I’ll never get over this, by no fault of mine
My fingers never tire of scratching and
picking
drying peeling scarring scabbed up
Mess
clean.
It’s blue like when I met you
like skies waters mountains flowers
Blue like veins these walls electric power
like our eyes pills and when everyday was happy hour