Gape at my convex veins
They show my historic journey with pain
Wishing for a beautiful homage
But learning that poison was just a mirage
A salve to sooth my soul
Like starving hands scratching at an empty bowl
Trying to bury the past
Allowing the Phoenician dye to cast
Running and bleeding
Allowing my guilt to feed me
Save me from this inevitable fate
Keep me for a later date
Build me up on your Trojan horse
And accept my remorse
For I will be your bastion of hope
A life free from your bucolic dope
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