The Matchbox Collaboration Part II

Throat: tight, eyes: blurred
And the sight of sustenance
Make me less nauseated
Than the sight of myself
But only slightly

I am culpable
I am oh, so disgusting
Yet still, I am brighter
Than the spotlight
You feel you deserve

Oh, have mercy,
I'm not worthy
Of beholding an ego
So titanic and menacing
As yours

Perhaps it is for the better
That I no longer trust myself
Because your trust was lost
Along with your company
And your kindness

I have been dropped
From cold hands
And god, does it hurt
But I know that one day
You will experience it all the same