You can't be better than me

Tara Shirani
February 19, 2007
iranian.com

I turned myself inside out
just for a taste
of manufactured latex
born from the wreckage of righteousness
your words --
inaudible whispers
Unaware
that when I cry
it's only one
tear (teer)
one
tear (t-air)
within the hardened pages of this dying testament.

You can't be better than me
Fornicating with the Devil
In some fucked up fantasy

While all I can think is
Why
Did
I
Follow
You?

Divest myself
and be conquered by you?

Convince myself
Of Truth
In tragedy

Left
Lured by you
Torn by you
and whored by you

My vision ---
Blurred by you

Decieved by the inexhaustable nature
of Beauty
and Envy
which tempted me
to swallow your seed
Greedily

But even when my tank is on empty
I'll still say

You can't be better than me

My heart is pure though my flesh
is filthy

When I'm lonely
it takes all my strength
not to ask you to hold me

Console me
or give me back
the Peace
After the Storm

I'm torn at the loss
And I don't ever feel safe
And I can barely look
At my own face in the mirror

Fearing--
my eyes have been erased
of innocence

And how long has it been
since my body
felt no pain
No sin
Nothing.

How long until I win?
Patch the soil
Of this inner turmoil
and walk away

Actually believing

that you can't be better

Than ME.