Don’t Flinch

Look at you, bleeding all over the place, all over the driveway, people stepping in you, in your pool, in your red, in your lack of substance. Look at you. Bleeding all over yourself. You’re a mess. Clean it up. Clean up the awful thoughts with a reckless mop. Look at you. Standing up again. Why? A trail of red follows you into loss. Bloodhounds sniff behind you. Your daggers are falling out of your ribs let me help you with that. See when you take these blades out, take this cloth and clean it, or pretend to, then reinsert it somewhere new. Take that cloth and lay it out. Sleep on it. Bathe with it. Let your pores infect and your dialect drift. Let your teeth grind and let your eyes soak in the stare of the sun. You don’t even have the patience to fake a smile anymore. That gym membership needs to be used more than 4 times a month you know. Look at you, pouring some scotch when there really is no reason. No. Really. There is no reason. The reason is all gone. Ego is the enemy and if im all you have. What does that make you? You couldn’t have honestly wasted more time if you tried. I mean, honestly. Ink2Vessel? You couldn’t have died out like any other flame. Maybe you even believe the shit you tell yourself sometimes. The day job isnt enough. A place to sleep isnt enough. A book to read, a concert to attend, a funeral you avoid. Its never enough is it? Saying Hi a few times has become that hard for you. You’ve lost your grip. Your veins are empty. Your heart pumps the blood of donors that you leech on. You give away every part of yourself so what remains yours exactly? You’ve stitched up so many times why not just let some of it air out? That isnt so true is it. You still think time alone is time of peace but look at you. How many people do you think actually know you. These lands you’ve created are for the barefoot with stone for heels, dragging themselves around. Shaving a piece of the land off with them. Every step forward, taking from something else. So standing still and sitting quietly is the only way. Look at you. Milagro? Where? Have you offended enough people with your little jokes today? You still sleep with your eyes wide open and your ear on the floor. I promise, no one wants you bad enough to kill you in your sleep. Remember, you say goodbye before they’re ever given a chance. Oh and don’t forget to water your plants tomorrow.