rough hands
rough words
told secrets and venom
thrown at the door
stories made clear
with those eyes
freckled suspicions 
that treat me like waste,
i'm lasting too long
on this soil
i'm taking too much
of this world
with me into the life
i chose to leave,
the one i lead
is contagious,
blasphemous and raging
at the whole entire regime
cause they claim they can fix this,
the problem they started
and it's just as hard
just as weakening
to believe in a cure,
when all i see is desolation.