Cleanse me of this black charade
This sheath of invincibility
This guaruntee of deathbed regret
This fog of another day
The blur of consciousness
Produced on a lack of undervalued sleep
When I said my peace to wanton friends
Abuse my presence as a curse
A bane
A shallow shadow
Like a meaningless-yet-course attraction
Tradition and media and medicine and ignorance
Claim through a gap-toothed smile, |