i've got life between my fingers
and breath clogged with
chained frustration
thoughts staining every scar darker on my skin
the only thing between me and the world
are two cigarettes and an ashtray
self lit in the dark, sparks
crashing into ground.
i set myself free with twenty
a day, sometimes overdosing on
rushestomyhead to stop
myself feeling sane because
sane is another meaning of pain
- and i am through with that.
the day i ignited life
between my lips
and embraced death with past inflictions.
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