at this time my heart has become sullied in the mud,
lines blurred and eyes blurrier,
and I am dying and these words are a tease of a life line (time).
who knew
your jaundice could infect me,
your suitcase now emptied across this cold floor,
neon signs, sickly eyes,
I wonder, what in the hell have I seen here before
(what was the promise that I chased)
my dreams blurred into mud puddles
dirtier & dirtier amongst your sins
vomit traps my throat, threatens it,
and I can do nothing but bow and pray it is merciful
who knew
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