How long until you

Snap?

Pieces in my hand…

Hiding in the

Crawlspace,

Getting high off

Spider bites.

I wrote a poem

On the back of your

Shoulder…

Last night while I was

Sober.

"Little boy bastard was

Never such a man.

Little boy bastard stares

With a smile so cool.

Little boy bastard

Learned his lesson…

Little boy bastard has

No fucking clue."

Yet another

Sun-shiny fuck-up…

Black ink falls on

Tender skin.

Hiding in the

Backseat,

Getting high off

Love-bites…

Razor blades and

Condoms…

How long until I

Snap?

Sharp pieces in your

Trembling hands…

I think I just

Died

A little…

I think I just

Snapped.