the applicant

you do the best you can with the lifelines that you have, and you maintain that all the failure was due to the fact that your hands were tied behind your back by your associates.
it's called can i get a liar on the line for 200?
it's called an acute sense of sniffing out cowardice.
it's called an excuse is not the highest form of flattery.
never have i ever felt so -
all too scripted and polished when it comes to interchangeable endings.
if they find out your plan you have to have an alternate solution.
weak.
petty.
dishonest.
heartless.
brainless.
spineless.
breathless.
faithless.
ruthless.
we play the game better than the one who invented it.
fall for everything you see.
a visage.
a facade.
ntohing more than an empty shell.
but you knew this all along, didn't you.
you were the applicant that never finished processing your paperwork.
the one who became my ghost.
i split my dead ends and my soul in order to keep you alive.
wake me up from this living coma and this deathly life.
you are not the walking contradiction when the contradictions walk all over you.