Flirtation prevents embarrassing head smashing table,
Smashing all real attempts at fixing anything.
You help to later hurt . . . chalk up my body . . .
Hopeless you romantic fool . . . here comes forced assistance . . .
How much did they pay you?

Of no consequence . . . at least the advertisements work . . .
For better or ill, kill this hour killing me cause we're still unchanged.
Fuel comes from further humiliation because eyes witness
Pre-cognitive messages hiding our faces behind smoke . . .
The eyes water and refuse release . . .
Once wearing thin and now colder than arctic shoulders and frostbite.

Better yet, keep your pity to yourself . . .

Not ungrateful for lifts, just pissed at the comedown . . .
Wrestle with obsession,
Humanity and the end of suffering are adversaries once more.
Glass un-crashed, burial of the spark keeping me two steps
Farther from the fall . . . this shell be not me . . .

Too afraid to ask questions
For fear the answer will kill the ego that survives me.
Unfortunately true the price for single serving experience
Has fallen below standards lowered . . .
Climbing the opposite up.
No longer pain worth tears,
Just the inexplicable curse spread by all minds.