Fading springs,
And
Crying wolves.

I just can’t take this anymore.
In.
A killing headache.
I promise I’ll ruin those shoes.
Every last one.

Prepackaged talent
To amaze your senses.
Not so conscious.

It’s only a lie,
But it’s true.

This life;
A processed gem.
Rejoice in your misery;
Is what I’m told.