Possessions pawned Prickles of thorns Plucked open pains False and forsworn Forgetting all For what you take Drained and debauched Exhausted worn Adorned in scrapes Cratered and coarse Cold shades of taupe Turned amber grey Used up and undone Erasing all Inside its flaked Weak wretched thoughts Feelings flow sworn In sour tastes Insist in all ways Shapes and forms It desecrates No one will mourn Now that you're gone In amber veins
