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Flippant air  
from my sickened chest  
crosses glistening stares  
and holds glares arrested  
 
I'm not debonair  
or worth investment  
or prepared  
to take breath mints  
 
I embody one ensnared,  
I am scared and restless  
 
I'm unfair  
and reckless  
 
I overshare,  
I've cut all care,  
these are not confessions  
 
These words  
are the truth speaking,  
a heart leaking  
 
Phrases painted by visions of future bleak,  
a soul streaking  
 
Borders weakening,  
this is me pleading  
to demons  
I'm in debt with  
 
This is an angel, feckless  
 
This is disrespect  
here to give hell it's inspection  
 
Taste tester of bile,  
I am beguiled vile of all that's worth while  
being tainted and messed with  
 
I am introspective,  
my own smile rejected  
in dirty mirrors,  
self hatred clear  
 
I am one trick phony  
phasing myself out of existence  
hardly holding a pittance  
and sadder than most,  
I am soon to be ghost  
 
Down right rotten,  
deserving  
 
Life or death, I need decide where my nerve be,  
I can no longer duck neath limbo
Written by ExercisingDemons
Published | Edited 3rd Aug 2024
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