Come to me, Sufferer Let's blame the sky for bitter endings Bring your bruises Just to forget his face Just to forget the length of these roads. I am spent, Impatient and perverted in thought, Yet relentless in guilt. It comes in waves, these feelings of incompetence, A dark buzzing in my head, still there, worth fleshing out. But these wounds will heal These feet will harden again. Beware the man who has nothing left to lose.