I’m in trouble again.
It seems every year
It happens
Everywhere a maze, Everyone a Sphinx
I am learning restitution
Drowning in seas of iron
These are my eyes,
Dull purple, like
Those clouds that cover us
Like the day
I finally woke into a dream.
I terrify myself.
This face, the eye pits, the crooked set of teeth
The unique imperfections of my face
Will one day fade
And I will be secure
At peace
And at home.
And I am just a man.
And I am only young.
And I am a broken winged bird.
And I’ve made a deal with the devil
I’m only ill if I take the pills.
The devil doesn’t mind.
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical boy.
Driven by fears.
Guided by fate.
I spill blood
On pictures of friends,
I touch it and I write miracles.
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