I never met nobody
with a heart as dark
as the one that's beating me.
I know my friends think I just say that
because I still dream of being
a gothic teen,
but I break pieces into pieces
when you give them to me.
There is no such thing
as safe-keeping
in these hands.
I am the ghost of
the smoke of
a flash in a cold pan.
But I like living
in the city's deep east,
where people's best dreams
are still grey
and I know I won't
see anybody tomorrow.
I didn't see anybody today,
but I'll push pieces of my friendships
through my skin like brittle pins.
It isn't penance. It is a privilege
to be the ghost of
the smoke of
a man
burning his own image.
And I wonder if you wonder
what truth's lying under
every stomach ache.
And I wonder if you wonder
what truth's lying under
every time I sing
and my voice breaks
just like I break pieces into pieces
when you give them to me.
There is no such thing
as safe-keeping
in these hands.
I am the ghost of
the smoke of
a flash in a cold pan.
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