a snake of tail lights blind my eyes and my hands are blistered from crawling across glass to get back to you You are a God figure standing above me a righteous saint You're saying and doing everything you can to send me to eternal damnation a purgatory of "maybes" and "thank you's" and politeness I am not a push downer an opinion-less extra an empty brain drone im a walled up mistress no feeling having, numb as can be, teenage head case I am 3am barefoot in the sand, streetlight wearer, shoulder in my mouth and tangled hair. Im a "Breath doesn't mean anything if it isn't coming from your lungs" shunner But what good am I? I'm nothing but a mutation in a city of clones, new thoughts are gibberish if they weren't placed there by a higher power. Can you even blink without it being set out before you? eyelash plucked from a passing eye so you can make your wish authenticity in a barbie house a repeated phrase "it all belongs to you,the world, it all belongs to you"