Nook of my Spine

It was never sacred
Amusing to you, till you collected all your dues
Gone, taking your presence but your words stayed
Stuck to me like a crooked knife right in the nook of my spine

You are blind to your future, and I am no psychic
It’s only that your denial screams the truth as she grabs for your hand
Both scared, but never whole
Does it seem surprising?
Hope has spread her legs to the masses
Hope like a vulture circling, waiting to feast on my leftovers
Does she know? That the only pleasure you’re willing to give is a comatose bed

Use, USE up all that your path leaves for you
Use it while the warmth last
Chunk it when the fear returns.
Quit
Just Quit when the real world over powers your shove and the horizon begins to choke you
When the glow fades, the promise and commitments will drain
You’ll demand for a new distraction as you fall deeper into your hole

You were never capable of love, only the glimpses
Till the river sinks and what you leave behind is cracked sand
Trying to fill that shallow hole inside your chest
You’re dead