I split right down the seams
The mark was sound but not lethal
Fissures run through my genes
And so I grabbed some superglue
Put it inside and squeezed
It won’t fix me, I knew - and yet
The sealant set with speed
A patchwork man, I found myself
But oh, it’s so easy
To anchor my thoughts to the ground
With externalities
My hourglass flipped long ago
Time’s not my friend it seems
My sand is sliding down the glass
Towards fiery hellish steam
But labored breath is better
Than fighting life without
The facade seen when judging me
Is never hard to doubt
But please don’t take my superglue
Without it I’m not whole
And even with, I’m fragile too
From fission in my soul
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