• I am the ********
    you love to hate.
    I am the useless
    pile of s**t you step in.

    I am the forgotten-
    the lost. I am the
    target at the other
    end of this gun.

    Don't clean the blood.
    Let it soak in my pores.
    But take me where I belong:
    not here- not anywhere.

    I am the poet.
    I am this God of Paper.
    I am falling through thick glass.
    I am done...

    Don't hear the gun shot.
    Please cover your ears.
    Touch your lips to
    mine and kiss me
    goodnight- one last time.