In a smirk I fade
A feeling that always betrays
In protrudes of jabs,
Shrieks of squalls, my silent gags…
Pinned underneath my weight, my head
I feel betrayed, laid down in my grave..
Resilience my forte, reverberant my pretense
No longer breaks my fall, my gory hands
Devious me…devoid of white’s my ashtray..
Gives my tattletale…my poker face’
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