we will never be alright.
until we admit
we will never
all be
right.

- end

the most deceptive mask
Lust can wear  

- end

we are all dope fiends
why can't we see
our eyes are so clouded
that we can't see

if it was as easy
as choosing either
i wouldn’t be
a passerby
a passive eye

i'd rather be
a dope fiend
out in the open
with nothing to hide
than to be

a passerby
seeing me
my needled arm
out in the streets
scoffing by
thinking that

i
am better
than
me

- end

i’m* not
like them
afraid
of the
                 monster
lying
under
my bed

they asked
me how

i'm not
like them
i'm afraid,
i said,
that the
monster
laid
upon
my bed

- end