RHCP, my stomach aches
i confuse what could be hunger
another long evening
my last smoke
went missing. my hand
I haven't slept in days.
I search for something.
Will someone catch the paper I've shredded?
My heart's blood spattered across sheepskin
skin torn asunder
hands clenched under
Stop judging me and staring so critically
stare lovingly into my eyes and notice my effortless elegance
I lie when I say I don't want to be noticed.
I am in the process of staying coherent
— The End —