[center][color=FFB6C1][b]MERE[/b][/color]
[i]I ate my guilt, but nursed wickedness.[/i][/center]

Dirt and dust are my clinging companions,
whispering that every gray area is an answer demanded.
Though those thoughts are shadows in an eager mouth,
ready for my mistake to be made so they can be proud to not be around.
When the house burned down, smoky hopes bid me outrun the ghosts and gasoline;
now it seems like a memento's all I'm capable of seeing.
Finish me off, because anticipating the excruciating end is all I've got.