in a long time

tell me could i 
bust your myths,
write your scripts,
steal all the most inspiring lines
right off your lips.

we are but ribs
from hardened flesh

rustling with sounds
of cracking necks.

tell me something honest;
something i dont want to hear.
wounds cried bloodless
like i cried tears.

if time took everything,
what could be left?
anything would rattle
inside an empty chest.


so we never danced.
i never sang either,
but we crawled on our knees,
ignored the nice weather.

simple as fuck,
you gave me that much.
but hollow like ashtrays
we no longer touch.