i stand in front of you tonight
as no more than you are
nothing but a fading ghost of yours
so frail and vulnerable
your pale lips, your sunken eyes
are all evidence of a violent mind
your empty stomach, your broken smile
the white lines that appear
when i draw my finger on your skin
and i apologize
youβre an aftermath of an obsolete war
a battlefield left unrecovered
and now weβre paying the price
i am on my knees, holding a promise
i will be better