bane

I could never hold someones hand
for longer than their attention span
because I had other hands to attend to
and bottles to break

Life was shattering right in front of me

And I couldnt move
because something was always ending
and beginning
I was caught in the middle
ready to strike

And its not like Im afraid of death

I kill pieces of myself all the time
so that I dont have to stand still
listening to the walls
and the flies on them

They buzz with sunshine to blow up your a*s

I have been compared to many things
In my short days but
I am less like a wise man
And more like a storm drain

And I would die with a glimmer of hope
Still restless in their eyes