3:34pm:
i've forgiven you.
but dont count on it happening again.
the seepage wont stop.
and soon the gauze will need to be changed
i wont be here.
like an old cammaro.
i fly night rides
into sky un heard
i blink, i blur.
yesterdays, never gonna come.
but tomorrow's already gone
its an old line
but its right, half the time.
cant stop this shit
its hit and miss
but mostly miss.
mosters scare themselves
in the water in the drain.
from fizzle drizzle
its inauthentic, its pure
hype in the mines of the hyperactive.
in trash cans and fire fights.
in trite new york city night
i know you
through and through
and i forgive
but i'll let you burn.