nothing can break me nothing can bend me nothing can save me

all these sounds in my head rasp and sound too simple
and maybe i am truly losing my grip on everything.
the tang in my mouth is acidic, coppery.
i'm looking for blood in exchange for those months
because nothing can erase the cruel grip of
broken uncertainty.

nothing can break my bones and cause me pain
like the disappearance of an old friend to an old
soul. so i was close to self flagellation
those sins no easy task to crack, a shell of skin
not easily shed.

then you came back.