Say something pretty.
You're good with words.
(but not much else)
There has to be something you want to admit.
To lay out like a suit on your bed,
before you wear it.
The truth is the last real beautiful thing there is, wear it well,
and hang failure around you neck,
like a tie.
You have been failing at so much,
for so long.
You wear it well.
But you were always good with words.
you're barely anything-
you're barely alive.
So, say something pretty,
lay out something beautiful to wear,
As if attending a funeral,
you look good in Black.
(It suits you)
Even if the funeral is your own.