twilight. and I'm sober in my mind
another lit cigarette.
just call me
: the patron saint of falling.

sing. to the night.
these smoke songs and liquid clarity.
perfect harmony in this disarming
state of repairs. lately.
I'm crumbling. in a sense.
silently. defenseless. I'm begging
myself not to break.

twenty two years and counting.
one step too late. tripping on current heartaches.
rest easy- I scream. leave me
seemingly. breathless. tragic
they tell me.

and I'm a wreck.
car.crash in motion. e.motion-less
live action incident on a string.

click.burn.breathe-in
ashes are lost: drifting on shirt stains.
stereo-static. and tripping
the killswitch. slipping on loose ends
frayed edges and matchbooks
like lost hopes.
burn down the bridges

because it's hard to tiptoe
on halos and false prophets. when
there is no wooden pedestal
and god lives in the moments between
a breathe and a whisper.


I'll live my reason.
in the end. it's powerful. and
pointless is treason of the soul.

ten ten pm. -make a wish.
the stars are worthless.

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