I. the infallible. 11/14/17


Am drowning in metaphors.

Every Ray of light.

a mile of thousands truths,

a simile, a plight, a ruse.



Am the reason for my rain

the spark of my ignition,

a sea of blazing flame,

a reason, a rasing, a shame



Am the attitude that kills me

the fatal crossed misstep

a pool of gaping words,

a fool, a making, a sore,



Used to be infallible.

The god’s forgotten puppet

Cerberus at the summit

Oh how the infallible plummet.





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