Weakness, I lay in pools of... ...my own blood streaked across my forearm- so grotesque like porcelain -made fragile by your Weakness; ...your water-shaddow eyes contract to tiny pinpoints within paralleling mirrors- such spirals, like empathy almost -I stare at you infinite, and you clutch me frantic: 'Where is the...!' Weakness? You; target of ...my attempted heroism Mad with medicine recieved by you- So I told you, like irony -Cut for drug for everytime I let you down three in all One for Birth: that's weed from Birth srung Two for Life: that's speed so briefly here, then Three for Weakness. ...Ecstacy My soul released through three open windows Much relief, like sleep -Your soul released from Birth of facinations Life of quick exchanges Weakness for sale a life short-lived.