Oh Bacchus, you are my only friend today.

no matter how many people it saved

it couldn't save it self

there was no safety in salvation.

no appreciation

in deeds done,

but what thing does deeds for appreciation

except from it's own self.

no matter how many atrocities received

bullets in their heads and sharp objects through

the brain so they could finally fucking rest.

there was no finality to the experience,

just a bullet in the head and a limp corpse of something.

yeah it saw the truth today,

woke up and saw it all over the world.

but when it looked it's reflection

truth was every where but  in its eyes.

there was nothing here,

nothing but lies.

it hated its current condition,

so it stood up on the sink,

pushed its arm against the glass as it smiled in a frown.

then a leg, a head, a leg, an arm, and it was in.

it'd been done. this thing that was so badly drawn,

was not with us any more.