As the boy slipped from my hands
a waterfall right in front of my eyes
You sang words of freedom and 'alrightness' whatever you might mean
you were happy to be leaving me,
Sometimes I blame myself for what you chose to be
with every bone cracked and tooth chipped
a beautiful boy become another warning picture in a pamphlet
your eyes dripped down all over your pale face
and bruised decorated the entrance to your veins,
you know an addict by the first glance until you love them,
I've been cursed with extensive understanding and patience
I've been so patient
waiting for you to walk along with me even when you trip between your feet
I wait for you to open your eyes slowly then all at once every morning
I wait for you to get better even when you say you won't,
we cling to unknowingness as you stay in my bed still comatose
I'll write about you and this mess until I'm dead
you have forever scarred me so to make a profit out of you is the only way you'll pay the debt.
YOU ARE READING
FACELESS
Non-FictionCome along and live many lives. The Faceless have laid their secrets just for you; their stories and conversations filled with life drip from the pages; guard this book close to your heart, for your secrets might be on it too.
