and ill write another line in self pity,
as the scars burn bright.
disappointment taunting a fragile mind.
images of painkillers and vodka sing,
in this mechanical silence.
the past,
a longing never to be fulfilled.
ill wish for sleep,
brought by a shallow glass.
and i'll swear again,
i never needed to be that perfect.
i'll swear again,
as dark dreams creep in.


