i've learned to lean against my ignorance
i look past what covers the surface
with the exception for the right parts i won't be so prone to the messes i've made
A fallacious diversity couldn't chage the beautiful anger inside
It's like a dirt filled scab morbid and resilient and I eagerly fill the hole with the senseless bullshit of the world
With a thought of someone who cuts herself, I'd fill her cuts with the dirt inside my veins in every attempt to believe that she'd never bleed again...
I'd give her the dirt cuz that's all that's left of me, despite that emptiness she covets inside
Mikel Calcagno
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/c-est-la-vie/
