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remarried.

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Sitting on top of the world
naked and dripping
painting my fingertips white
in vain hopes of purity
instead my eyes blur
like a child on codene
I let myself sink shivering
into the open mouthed grave
alone to ponder aloneness
and relize that I deserve it
as the flesh dissolves off of my toes
I scrub at it to keep it alive
refuse and hate that you gave me
this walking plague.

but how could I blame you?
every night in my dreams I apologize
for letting us down
the world rolled off my shoulders
and I collapsed a failure

could I help that I tried
to conceal this empty desperation
as a road for inspiration
and I couldn't help thinking
that It wasn't a coincidence
that I am still alone.