Slap this decrepit face,
I need some reassurance,
To let me know that someone will come for me.
Sleep has been my only comfort,
It’s getting old,
No longer can I find safety in closed eyes.
This loneliness has used up it’s vacancy,
a notice of eviction,
Stapled right through my eyes,
No more beating around the bush,
I will find,
Salvation,
Hidden in you’re words tonight.
They puncture my veins,
Sucking me dry,
Bites taken for kisses mark my body for the taking.
All I can do is wait with my hands risen.
And hope to God someone takes me in.
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