Clean

Quietly sitting
anticipation
between the
placebo and
truth, the lies
this delicate
heart on
those thin
razor wires
I've drawn
myself, just
myself left
and I'll
rip the sky
apart for
a fix, a
fucking
belief
of anything
of you
Patience
runs silent
echoes
in my
glass mind
placebos
in between
art and
deception