looking for a cigarette on frozen ground
they are all ******* wet
waving my arms at my neighbors house
if only the lights would stay on
3 in the morning the world around is circling
starving
for a taste of flesh
like a stray cat
dejected-
scrawny, pale, and dead.
If starlight was enough to guide me through this
leaving those i love unscathed
im **** sure i would seize the chance
and leave this ******* place
but what are the odds the rest would remain the same
trying to explain myself with reason
to a world of tight lipped logical thinkers
is like pouring water on dead flowers
and expecting them to bloom again
i dont need a savior
i dont want to be saved
i just want my words to remain
im staring directly into deaths hungry eyes
and im not ******* afraid