Dead Shadows

i've learned my worth through the taste of the concrete.
and through the kiss of fists.
razor-like apathy for the sight of blood.
that fills the interstice.
on my wrist.

save yourself

never-ending helplessness in the eyes of the nyx.
dis-enthralled from the radiance in the eyes of christ.
a blood soaked eulogy stitched to my chest.
close my eyes. kiss this world goodbye.

all the love in this world is never enough.
i never want to see the sun again.