The few moments
that the electric pulses
in my neurons
link to you
I am the dark side
of the moon,
the dirt in my wounds,
the tremble in your hands.
I can barely stand myself
or what I did
when we were kids.
Since then I've been in and out
of euphoria,
seen death,
lost and gained,
so know that I've had my
fair share of bad Karma,
and can't stand
that it was you
that I
played.