oh, it's too late
to say anything productive...
except i'm sorry
you had to fend through me,
my empty stomach,
hands, and fists,
fighting you
and whats within
i quiet all the shit inside
so time can heal my wounds,
and ignite the cost, of what i owe
to you, to me until....
theres nothing left, there's
nothing more,
a piss into the wind,
oh, angry now,
forever more,
the line i've crossed
in sin.

k.