poetry, prosetry

Watch Me

The moon drags my mood in tides
I am a voyeur of my own demise
Watch me watching me
through eyes that are lined
with the salt of tears uncried
Watch me watching me
take a dip in the Ganges
and come up bleeding
Watch me watching me
slowly commiting
socially acceptable suicide
Watch me watching me
falling
apart

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