i'm the nemisis
of the matter in the mind
suicidal thoughts flood
like rain on pale bruised skin
planets colliding through oceans of space
daydreams, paradise lost
tepid, fetid, hawkish, green-faced
words cut harder than steel
a terrorist, with green cards strapped
and a twenty-two
missing the alien
that lived in my bed
but sin city weeps,
angels weep
over here and she left
i never was fuly alive
digging graves, high time
i take the shovel
and bury myself
