I am sick,

like a cold, relentless belief,
A complete picture cut by its frame,
Covering another,
Stuck together with glue
that only tearing mistakes
will remove,

We scurry through the room,
We relate with a clank
when
we tuck under the shield,
we bump into each other
like battery
don't feel,
You and you
and you and you
and me,
no - just me,

Asking "please" but
help is hollow,
help is a hollow hole
you find yourself in,
hands reaching from muddy walls,
grabbing and tearing at your clothes,
naked falling crawling stalling,
fighting all the way down,
head-toes head-toes
its all the same anyways,

The race with a sinless self,
rocks from the periphery
like a hot haze
it trips me up,
eyes wide open but
white-light-blink
you fool me once,
not a lie you fool me once
and don't fool me again,
I won't feel you again.