The 2 A.M Writer

Holes

Creep back in my needle

I\'ll re-inject you and you know it

Smile that smile and hush my cold

But that finger will turn to stem again

Thorn latch my skin

Tear back new holes alongside the old ones

Like a fish deceived by bait

But even I knew this was to unfold

...

Who the fuck was I to know?

Fuck it, I did know

..

Now again buried

I\'m broken again

Barely any air down here

But since I was here before.

I already know where to look for holes