It's better this way. I'm better off as a spectator to the way everyone else finds happiness.
They dress their best and pray on sundays. I drink in stale clothes and laugh out loud in the open park in the dead of night. High and at one with the thieving maskedย ย lords of the night.
Theirs are goals and mine are troubling questions that cause them discomfort. I try to pull on theย ย answers no one wants to really hear, not even myself.
They all long for love and praise. Heart shaped chocolate filled boxes is what represents their artificial idea of love.
I touch not on this subject.
I chase away my madness while drunk and too high to keep up with my own shadow.
You'll find me in the darkness if I let you.
I'll have the pistol in my pocket, a bottle in my hand and this dead end love on the mind.