suffer
i am honest
dissonance;
my heart made of
water, my soul made
of oileach day my eyes
betray my
hopes; the minutes
a reminder of how
slow fleeting
can feeltattoo covered body
lacking ink:
see my scars are
beauty; beauty
you seekimitation life feels like
imitation crab tastes:shit
sequestered my thoughts
underneath the nails of
my fingers, you’ll have to
sacrifice me to find the truth.