I found hope in the dark
where I learned to be alone with my thoughts
smoke clouds drowned out by the haves
the have nots.
I gave it my all
all I got was this lousy tone
a couple throw away phones
& aliases for the future...whatever it holds.
A name carries weight
which is why it can help you ghost
I found hope in a prescription bottle
that werent my own...the get and the give.
the give and the take
all this sensory intake
it makes me think about my selective truths
the why & how in the pengillum breaks.
will I ever see venus
or will I die loaded in these fur coats
every sense of the word
past tense...tents on fire...lurid to the world
I have to go now.
as for the tears...I believe they'll slow
maybe when I find myself on an island-