A Crimson Painting

A crimson painting, sketched on concrete
Glass and tangled metal scatter the street
You don’t see me anymore
I’m just a pile of bones and meat

Was it worth it?
Did I really need to know?
Just a second, it was just a second

Needless conversation
Immediate gratification
To scratch the itch, to scratch the itch

Dark eyes staring from the back of your phone
I never knew a gaze that made me feel so alone

You make me feel so alone

Indifferent puppets with rubber necks
Step on the brakes, look over the precipice
Take a piece of me away from here
Just another story for your therapist

I'm paying the price
This is my sacrifice
The world around me is getting sicker
If you want me to last, take a fucking picture