destruction cures the empty soul. the rubble fills the gaping holes. so swallowed at the end of a sentence by the night. say you are not alive. i followed. the white gloves cover the anchored doubt. chains. iron. rust. steel. braided ropes. blue collar work. blue blood. poison. so mr. smith. i go the same. dynamics. vicissitudes. run. offer shoulders cold. self-effacing pity. laughable laughter. laudable exudation. lissome. all graced with fast paced suicides. the words roll fine. and i am in the vicious oppression of self circular once again. damn me for ever having taken a breath at birth. forgive me still. the common thief.