I Don't Regret,  I Don't Make Excuses

Wait,
where  ice cold scapels and syringes piece your  world back together.
Continuously feeding yourself
fake pasteurized orgasms,  
creates that  frenzied look,  

in your beady eyes.
 
Rain beats up, then down,
on  your skin, sloughing off
tainted reality,  sucked
into the drainpan overfilled,  
backs up, bits  of pornography
into the lavatory,

that is your mind.
 
They scream, then laugh,
as  they  sees themselves
Their images saved
on reel to reel 
Youth wasted away on
Slap and spank.
 
Your words, muffled  meant  
nothing, they fall to one side
like a  fluff girl who sits, her
bum, numb with cocaine
 hanging  off the edge,  
of dirty barstools
 
And

There you are, in the center
of your reality
Nothing is real in your world
Especially the part about you
Loving me  you only loved  
yourself and   that  vision
of how good you looked,
with me  on your arm.
Smile,
you must be harboring
 a finger  up your ass for
that grin
 
It's over now
I don't regret anything
and won't make  excuses
There is a reason for everything
Please don't remind me
I don't want to know.