Experience

My feet are like erasers
Stealing mistakes back from time
Canines sharp from eating shards,
Of a life I've left behind.

Fingernails driven deep into dirt,
By the hammer of my mind,
Purging flaws to fuel the fire,
Up the same ladder, I climb,

Time is like a snail,
My head is like a sieve,
My hands are like those of vendors,
With nothing left to give.

With my back to the wind,
I jump off these cliffs,
And kill myself to live.