I wasn't designed
to be a scapegoat...
Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...
Cracked marble tops
tell tales of conversation...
This is who I am...
my hands tremor to the point...
We will wait,
Silent as sin...
Mostly
I think that I am going to die alone...
As the day returns
to the sea of becoming...
A shadow among city lights,
Always alone...
Perked up on Ecstasy, the other day she snorted...
from a Motel 8 bathroom, from his mouth...
I will not write another word,
Thoughts are passing away...
I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...
Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...