I broke my knuckles over you
Shattered and bleeding and an odd shade of purpling flesh
I broke my Sanity over you
Pieced apart in cycles of contrivialities
my sobriety
over you
I'm spent. . .
Run crisp as a new bill.
Call it
walking away
call it
letting it lie
call it
what you will
Selfish? Indeed
SELFISH
I'm calling it now
Am I permitted?
Let me go or let me be
If I do not call it now...
DRAW CLEAN!
