war paint stains the
clothes i don.
it is old but lives on
in what comes to mind.

there was rot on
the battlefield. it is
stuck in my nose i cant
help but smell it
when i breathe.

i cant believe i
dwell in the past
like it has anything for me.

we do share a similar
sensibility and some
unfortunate similarities.

//

the best part of jumping off a bridge
is that everyone says you regret it
the second you do.

just another reminder
that we're all scared to die.