Breaking Bad
Breaking Bad
Disheveled...Clothes wrinkled 3 days old...
Eyes bagged, puffy and red, hairs a mess...
Yawning so tired yawning...And yawning...And yawning and...
Whiskered face, aged skin sagging, lips white, energy lacking...
Where do you begin in the end?
No friends, no family, no you or me...
Crying still crying...And crying...And crying and...
Full of shame, full of doubt, full of??? You wanna reach out...
Then realize...Realize that your arms are missing...
Now...Now you can't reach for anything, your left with nothing...
Someone...Please someone HELP you scream..."I'll do anything"...
You swear, you promise, suddenly your inner voice screams...
You're Lying!...Stop Lying!...Stop Promising!... Just Stop...
Why oh why you plead? Why??? Why??? Why???
Softly almost whispering, calmly and candidly, you hear...
Because you'll never keep them...
Because you're a LIAR!!!
bmdavey@
02/16/16
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