solidified in this margin of trash
swimming and suffocating
to the best of my ability
the way you want it
the way it's supposed to be
there's an aching pride
in this affliction of mine
take my hand, i can show you
show you what i have become
have you finally
forgotten my name?
scratched into this wall
perhaps a little too shallow
motivated by irritation
but apparently too much
to cast a shadow
i'm done holding restraint
and fighting the image
of your face
so face me, stop hiding
behind your fraudulent confidence
i've tasted death
and it tastes like you.
a permanent bruise
branding my being
to the point of useless
i refuse to look at you.
i refuse to become
part of your massacre.
i swiftly stepped into your trap
once, with eyes so wide
convinced you held a light
i watched as you charred
my now empty life.
i stared. you smiled.
i've tasted lies
and they taste like you.