I am dead

A vessel without a soul

I am careless and reckless

Sleeping under the demons that eat my heart

I am the bullet, the blade

Curiously ferocious, sleeping with street performers that call me gay and tender

I am lost in the world

People walk by me, all over me, in me, and out of me

I am broken shells that dig into your feet

Working into your bones and crunching through your veins

I am tired and dim

Blowing the final candle as wax trickles to the surface.