The virginal white marble
Still leaves impressions on my face.
I can’t retrace the past,
It’s gone.
What a waste
I was.
But the connection endures
And floors me
To the ground.
You know that already;
Stay steady and recoup
My own sensory addiction.
I will not improve
The groove I am in.
Don’t begin
To tell the lie,
The lie of me.
Been a liar all my life.
Pretending when I shouldn’t.
Made cash from chaos
But I still believe
In you.
