to life unlived before you
collaspable, almost impossible
I sat there, cross-legged
undiscovered
but it's comforting
like the company you keep,
oily and overwhelming.
the mere act of making
a mark, a man, a monster
I've made my mistakes
a million times
we'll never be the same again
to life
I live like this
campaign of destruction
this beautiful distraction
over a dinner conversation
if our wounds are deeper
then my job is done
you tell me someday
your going to save me
but you're all soft scars
and sweet sweat
save yourself