This much I know
So far, it's been a pretty awful show
I broke my waistline and scrapped my hair
I shut my heart with room to spare
Every day remembers something black
Crossed the water, no turning back
I crawled up an attic and laid my nest
Shrugged off putting ghosts to rest
I made a vow no children I
Would encourage to grotesquely multiply
I passed up hands and curious words
Broke off from those happier herds
To graze alone, a vulture's stand
Waiting to fold back under the land
I wake and sleep a stylite sod
I spit on man, and banish God
I outgrew happiness in a hopeless youth
I'm a smiling shadow, of life, of truth.
@nepion_boreas17
