A piece from December of 2007....

As it's been
I give, bleed raw from my veins
but it seeps blue
to the eyes of incompetent individuals.
Breath warmed between my lungs
exhales cold, cutting to all.
What does it take?
Should I spit cliche words
but under it all regret
all I've just vomited out of hopes
for some shamed acceptance?
I thought it was supposed to end.
I'd rather silence cover this world,
cover the country-club goers that breed
this ludicrous environment
than surrender muted, subject to witless
comments and laughable fairytales
about who fucked who or which brainless
girl is snorting coke today.
It's a circular conversation
that i could dance around,
it's just not worth my time.