a long dig

a shallow level of reality blusters in like a cold memory. i brace for the surrender you’ve always feared as the course of deception deadens the abuse. please slide to grace allowing the pace to be set by the willing. a twitch from the spinning sucker punk motherfuckers. they are allured with the drama of bleeding with the famous. i’m locked up with all the idle needle dippers. they breathe a dirty sigh of relief as i paint the beauty on your surface for the last time. waiting by the edge while you fade into hate and boredom. i'm done waiting. no longer will i worship time. i'll ride away laughing with the rhythm of the wind.