Something For Me
Bitten by disaster,
jaded beyond belief.
No one can reach you anymore.
There's just way too much grief.
Hanging out in hollow spaces,
hoping for a cure.
To your single-minded vagueness,
that you cough up as a lure.
Your ankle bracelet is a trophy
for your pride and arrogance.
Your lovers become thorns
for pretended romance.
Promises that you will be pure
again you know you can't for sure.
It's just a same 'ole song.
One I can no longer endure.
I am gone away now.
Your last best hope for sanctity.
Remember me, friend
and don't expect to see me again.
I've gone to retrieve something for me.
-M. Jacobs
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