Kafka

You made it
You made it
A thousand eyes above your basin
Being watched as you brush your teeth
All the blood from underneath
Pools in the sink
Darkened bluish skin
I love the way that you bite down
I pretended it hurt but it doesn't now

Bruises
You knew it
You killed him
You threw it away

You made it
You made it
The sentence
You take it
You laugh at the judge
The jury thinks you're fucked
And you try to exist
Without extraordinary gifts
They spill out your mouth
You're unaware of it

You made it