This is the start,

Though it feels like the end.

Alone,

Moved away from falls from graces and friends.

A mixture,

Of social and sexual depravity,

Driving Me.

I need to find a way to overcome a force 5 times gravity.

In this state,

It's easy to fall into past mistakes.

Like Peruvian towns,

Rebuilt on the sites of earthquakes.

Got to conjure,

A living man out of the dirt.

So far,

I've got as far as a carrot nose and an evening shirt.