The big e string and an analog synth

i am a lost shadow in an inebriated blur
pin me to the floor
with the needles that stab
my metaphorical heart
i will bask in your silhouette
until you tear me
from the decrepit
decaying earth
throw away my pieces as if i were
a lacerated garbage bag
with you i am persona non grata
when i said truly
i meant it
i must be a dispirited masochist

-JG