Alone again,
****** hole again,
I wish that I could hear you moan again.
Darkness is my home again.
Struggling to pay rent,
To be fed,
To see red.
To keep all this past tense.
To hear it-
What makes sense.
Blue views skew my mood through redos,
How many mundane days can I go through
Before I'm...
Insane again?
Bad brain again,
Feels like going down a drain again.
Tell myself to count to ten again.
Hear those voices in my head again.
Crying rivers in my bed again.
Smoking 'til my eyes are red again
It's already been said...
I'm alone again.
Not whole again.
I wish that I could feel your soul again.
-SLuR