I practice telling how you need to leave me in front of a mirror
Tired excuses for my own emptiness
Everyone just dies and goes away in the end
I cry
"All we're left is words, Words, WORDS"
Scrawled across the page illegibly in umpteen leather bound volumes
Typed neatly in Times New Roman across the glowing screen
Scratched on the ******* wall with those same scalpels
Biology labs, the excuse I didn't need to own such
Triggering tools

Love lust lies lost live life longing laceration
Cut your ties from me
Busy convincing myself you're a spy
Presently finding the nut of
My many  petty weaknesses
Throwing it all away again for a song and a bottle
Like Jack & Hemingway & Everyone I love
All dead anyway