He says that it drips
from my heart onto paper
stains my fingers red
red and black as tired ink
Too wrapped up in what you did
Leaking venom on delicate skin
Engines seize breaking metal
splintering concrete and shredding steel
I become another roadside thumb thruster
victim of fire and smoke
Rising as a time traveling charlatan
History rewinds
Laughing lunatics staple my words
To their faces
Praying that you someday
Someday
Come running back
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