much.

heartfelt.
all will you
comprehend,
and cant complain
staying here
down to your hands
nervous
too much..

something grows,
smell
was that sulfur?
was that nosebleed?
am i not stoic.
take a big whiff
you cant see it,
what is of a hundred virgins
rounds of life
of party
my fingernails
aren't even dirty
and yet..

i wonder
did i lose somewhere
did i win being weary
all must i think..
the end,
rain fell today,
never sewn like tears,
not as what pain would make
you think.
like this
my knuckles ached
the enemy tasted his own teeth
and i crown myself a prince

i can bury.
i can withstand.
i have it neck deep.
i have it in my bones.