Suit Yourself

Papercuts on my heart

Poisonous snakes for veins

Reality blades piercing my skin

Turning my bones into metal hangers

For this old suit.

Broken since day one,

Sentenced to life

Chained to the stone

That’s dragging me onwards.

Blood-metal taste in my mouth

Deafening rings in my ears

Cruel todays, killer tomorrows.

Drag myself to the next moment

Naive child hoping for better

Adding wrinkles, patching holes

With false thoughts of self denying.


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