All the Rage

Your calloused heart.

Imposed on me.

A gift.

Of pain, and agony.


Everyone hurts you.

You attract the pain.

You welcome the dark.

Your mysterious game.


Isolated, from it all.

While I’m caught in your snare.

And you could care less.

As I struggle for air.


Another day.

Another wage.

Dealing with this.

It’s all the rage.


If you approach me.

You’ll see me cry.

But soon enough.

I’ll say… goodbye.