I wonder if I have anything left to give.
Unattached.
Unassigned.
Untapped.
Like a fifth of jaeger when all I wanted was a lowjack of scotch.
Like another day with no dawn.
Just gray on grey on grei.
Dismiss the sulfur
try not to stare into the flicker
try not to worship the lover.
Try to remember
what you are.
You don't deserve a who.
Pariah. Shadow in a skin suit.
Walking flashback of nightmares
true and imagined.
Unattached.
Unsung.
Undone.
Only a vague whisper
a paranoid rumor
of a man.
Hesitation.
A second chance.
A third glance.
Amounting to sandy ash
lurking through my lungs
in an absentee attempt at assasination.
Gasping, choking, clawing for air.
Unable. Unaware.
As the gavel falls, as another legend dies.
Leaving only the mediocre
and terrified.
