Broken and shattered by differing angles of judgement,
Maybe my self-destructive friend will break a sweat for me.
Now I'll find myself,
Trapped,
Under a weight of abusive subtexts,
And once more,
I'll do it to myself again,
Only to begrudge you all for looking.
Hide myself,
Away,
Under a shelter of starlight and blue skies,
A perfect harmony of ignorance and bliss,
And yet it still leaks from my exhaust.
Broken and shattered, let me lie here,
In peace.
By Ben Jones
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