just in case I need a friend,
just in case I see the end,
just in case tomorrow is a never ending battle
tell me things i want to hear
pretend to enjoy the tasteless words dragging out of my mouth,
in dull light i'm at most, tolerable.
hear the cries, bloody and broken through glances at the floor, piercing like wounds
that never healed.
I pulverize blood colored powder,
grazing it over my cheeks, tucking in my morning regime.
the dust fills the air like gun smoke
I choke on remembrances of yesterday, tracing over time like a double negative
I foresee a terrible struggle
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