Cleanse me of this black charade

This sheath of invincibility

This guaruntee of deathbed regret

This fog of another day

The blur of consciousness

Produced on a lack of undervalued sleep

When I said my peace to wanton friends

Abuse my presence as a curse

A bane

A shallow shadow

Like a meaningless-yet-course attraction



Tradition and media and medicine and ignorance

Claim through a gap-toothed smile,