Damned clarity obscured broken and beside itself. One last wrapper laid on a bin,
You by me smiling, doe eyed and crest fallen, enough to make me vomit stale beer.
I had a feeling you'd be hurt, but i was standing there behind myself bleeding from my ears,
Screaming, close to tears, tearing at puppet strings that weren't there
feeling broken, near beaten, then begging to gloat.