I can’t believe we were won
By the bright lights and flames
Of a petty liar.
Pretty dreams
Of wondrous things
None of which held
Even a drop of water.
We walked along,
Quite willingly,
Being led gently by the hand,
Like little lambs
To the slaughter of who we were.
Drink, smoke, ****
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat.
Can’t sleep
Feel so empty
Who are you?
Where am I?
Are we even alive?
Those days are gone now,
Like a sigh,
Once exhaled, it can’t be recalled.
I thought I was dead
And I realize I was
To myself,
My dreams,
The world.
But now, looking back
I was,
And would be,
Now, forever,
If it had all stayed the same.