Telecommunication has failed. So instead you are ugly by mail.

Infections in my thoughts.
Dirty messes left behind.
Charismatic like the used car salesman.

You led me to believe a fatalistic reality.
Delicately it sits on top.
Ready to topple over.
I'm ready to be taken away.

Talk to me more.

About how much you have done.
About how much I owe you.
About how the world is such a vile place.
About the hole you have dug.
About how no one cares to pull you out.

The paper is mine today.
A dirty message left by you.
Cynically scribbled with highlighter.
I once would have thought more.

Its all been said and done before.
Expecting fireworks from rain storms.
Conversation is a crazy concept.

So long to abrasive sands of malice.
Beating my life out of me.
Taking what is mine.

I dare you to talk to me more.