Day: Dec 5, 2021

Did I just do it, did I sell out?

Now that my soul has a price tag on it,

Are you finally proud?

I will be tortured for the rest of my days,

Taking your face with a grain of salt

And a layer of glaze.

But I suffer in radio silence,

That is what I was taught to do,

Be my own worst tyrant.

You must be completely devastated,

You must feel ecstatic,

Powerful and emasculated.

And you watch as I fade away,

You do not blink or breathe.

I become the prey.

Tell me, did I do it, did I sell out?

Now that my eyes have pain behind them,

Are you finally proud?

-JW