the rattle that never goes away

I
 carry my death around in my pocket
    we are familiar,
i wear my lies on my face at all times
    we are familiar.
I
am
so stupid
when trying my hardest,

it never fails to amaze

receptors
worn down,
tear ducts
dried out

never fails to amaze.

    my death rattles in my pocket,
    it's a little game we have.
    unleash a bit of disaster down my bloodstream
    i want to feel that stiffening take hold