the paint is feathering off the walls
my porcelain mask is peeling off of my face
in two days’ time,
we’ll lose the solution to the ugly truth.
being dipped in acid, losing layers
not the best way to lose weight but i’ll take it
and the irony
is that i never should have been here in the first place
will-o’-the-wisps are reaching out for me
luring me in with promises of dead silence
and for one
who thrives on music, i’m pitifully tempted
vices squeezing down, restricting my brains
when they whispered that they’d let me go
it’s funny how
gullible i was to believe someone like myself.
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written a28may2011.
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idiography 