Static eyes,
statue lips.

I'm comin' home.

My cradled soul,
hanging by a thread,

and I know.

I'm comin' home.

Soldiers went marching up,
most came tumbling down.

I'm comin' home.

Seven different pills in a clear, plastic cup,

getting harder every day to get down.

I'm comin' home.


Time is a ******* of a being.

Where are the keys?