Underneath pale vanity lights,
All my concaves fall into my sights,
Shadows cast cross a litany of blights,
Dark rings crowd round deadened eyes.

I, I, I, *******, I, I, I,
I WANNA,
I GOTTA,
I FOUGHT IT,
I OUTTA,
I'M FALLING,
FALLING.
DOWN NOW.
I, I, I *******, I, I, I,
AM TOTALLY
fine.

The burning end of a leftover roach,
Find the mirror, give me a look of reproach,
Red eyes find silence yet enough to denote,
There’s that burn again in my wheezing throat.

I, I, I, *******, I, I, I,
I WANNA,
I GOTTA,
I FOUGHT IT,
I OUTTA,
I'M FALLING,
FALLING,
DOWN NOW,
I, I, I, *******, I, I, I,
AM TOTALLY
fine.

There’s the sun out to the distant east,
Seems to melt this auto-cannibalistic feast,
I can see where lines are beginning to crease,
I’ve got time so far as I can see, at least.