liability
 

there's a point that i'm reaching
metal-stained depression that questions my poise
Soy Sauce and Som Tam alleviate my diseases
Witherspoon street, right off of Des Moines
i'm better off. leave me- said in telekinesis
park my car in dimmed city streets seemed so adroit
as a meditate escape- to break free and avoid
culture clinic, social sipping soak my inner
peaces
i'm always 5 seconds away from decadent noise
a dollop of pain, cured by laying in bed just to waste
better today. better today. i'm better today
my hearts national anthem never displayed
harlequinade. awkward delay, fault and dismay
darkness, decay, harvesting pain. hop on the train
there's a billion souls unlike me not trying to rot
how am i supposed to decide to just stop?
contractual silence. contrast, brightness and sharpness
liability issue. my investors predict a crash in my stock
there's no return in peace if i happen to drop
you speak a dialect that only i could embark
i'm a poacher with a penchant for a lioness heart
i need sunlight and you seem to smile a lot
you give me culture when art forms die on the spot
super setting. filter mode, neutral touches interwoven
two excedrins in my throat, you can barely sense the hope
ibuprofens. miss you poems.
i miss you