six hundred and sixty six exclamation marks

I see you
on 27th street
and the internet. 

you can't kill me 
even if you tried
twice as many times.

my heart has been broken
more than you will ever even
open your stupid beautiful mouth. 

now I am entering the morning
like a Sunday bandit, 
ready to steal the day away from change. 

and even though 
I am cold, 
the blade of my knife is colder.