Death of a Failsman

I slowly leak my innards

Through the sieve of collagen

Holding out my outards

I messily spill my guts

Through the holes in my broken heart

Until those beatings finally stop

I keep my sleeve unrolled

To wear emotions clinging like lint

Easily pet-brushed off like dander

I wax maudlin by burning

An oversentimental candle at both ends

Until the light finally goes out

I live in peace

I go in peace

But I go