cubicles

drawings walking side-by-side
lining up just to divide
lust and greed and sloth and pride
keeping close not breaking stride

taste the smoke on your tongue
feel it deep inside your lungs
jumping off of the last rung
your life has only just begun

your name echoes from grey walls
others laugh at your long falls
jumping into pointless brawls
want to get hit to feel at all

making up for all time lost
breaking hearts at any cost
losing fights you never fought
the heart inside your chest will rot

reclining inside your four-by-four
crank up the music to hear no more
fuck the phone your head is sore
your thoughts are filled with blood and gore

scribbling thoughts as dark poetry
writing about love and adultery
hating everything you see
i wonder what you think of me?

back and forth day by day
you have no faith to even pray
do you even believe in fate?
you'll do anything just to delay

now you stare at your cicatrix
wondering how this mess to fix
and how you got caught up in all of this
as you fall from grace, a perfect helix