It Hurts Afterwards, Only Afterwards
tears drip razor blades,
colorless gray shades,
the body breakdown,
the cut-cheek frown,
and action betrays word,
hopelessness up a third,
about time i've run out of luck,
only real-life - not nip tuck,
regress, hate what i do,
immature, the picture i drew,
so tired, rebelling against my own,
empty - the other end of the telephone,
disgusted by me,
a self-defecation stymie,
sickening that all of this i control,
free rides - waiting to pay the toll...