It was tall and lean and my mind
Unravelled between the halogen and hollowness
Of something incapable where the T.V. won't scream
Fake ads and mourning of dead people
whereas dead people held novice feelings and promises
to reach on and on and on about telling lies
to me and on and on and on and on
Telling lies to me for lies are what i breadth the second
A bullet in a ****** scene where i wipe off the screen

I wipe my blood
I wipe my evidence

Last Christmas,
I shot myself.