I miss the drunk, I miss the fiend
I miss the simplicity of addiction and the scene
I miss wandering aimlessly in half dead sewers
With rats for eyes chewing on forgiveness and the will to apologize
I miss the return of no return as I burn in avalanche of white snow and yellow *******
I miss talking to brick walls while following the grain
And human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy
Stuffed with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey
I miss illusions begging to be chased
Even as they disappear into me erased
Until there is no one or nothing but the chase
And a powdery ghost with no face or faith
And the woman of my dream disappearing without grace
I Miss The Zoo
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Tonight, and every other day
You lean outside your windowpane
Close your eyes and hope to take flight
To find the one you can't replace
To see her eyes, and touch her face
One more time, before you dim the light.
Make her path into the sky
Make the clouds a mile wide
If you wake I know you'll find
It's all still waiting there
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC