would you sell my secrets
to the lowest bidder
out of spite
and revenge
what of my severed heart strings
pawned off for lust
is it satisfaction
or a different craving
where can i find my loyalty
in bleached hands
frailly kept up
soon to fail
taken from a whole
to relieve a continuation
of isolation – beside myself
but unjust
ill throw down now
my skin will itch
as i degrade
to follow anew