lead weight head drags on heated bitumen
skun knuckles chewing the earth below
counting the seconds inbetween
each weary heart beat.
the distance between us is an endless chasm
even in the same room
you may as well be my doppleganger clone
dressed in flesh and styrophome.
decipher my desires
in between the invisible lines
and if you cant, I will not speak
for well over a week.
find me as I walk away
last chance on the horizon as a fuzzy silhoette
perhaps I turned back, for one last glance
perhaps I kept on walking.
piss on the ashes of this broken fetal boy
just to remind him
you are the boss at the moment, you are the war monger
power in numbers.
find the time
to build the strength
to walk away
and never return.