Sarx

I am like a man that looks to a mirror
And then forget how he was
A dog eating from the leftover of a banquet
Vomit-tasting stuff
I am a wayward kid
With a slingshot I killed a bird

It’s all over my hands
Fingers sticky with blood
But hitting the man in the mirror
Was not redemptive enough

I could not look that friend in the eyes
After all I have done
Because I know he was looking at me
Going away with that gun

He told me I was ending up getting hurt
I said they were only a piece of art
But after firing thousand shots
I keep aiming at my own heart

My fears, I told you
They never go away
Because when blood is in my hands
I just invite them to stay
So when I cry and whisper
It’s because I don’t know what to do

All I thought was that my fear
Was buried with you

 

June 3rd, 2016 in Macon, GA.

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