Into the creepy night I stand wasted and homeless. I strayed and I paid and the price was all I had and more- the typical addicts story but more- tragically beautiful in all that complains - trading in one life for another- my mouth broken out in herpes caught from lies and money spent on wasted dreams- manipulated desires underneath my wings- while art talent lingers haunting the last pages of my mind- will that place of my heart be filled - touched again- willing a renewal of my mind.
Church bells sing in the distance and constant are reminders of my youth-----:)