No addiction, no affection just an infliction. 

Saddened, abandoned, no understanding 

Remorse just my body contort in the saturation of my tears, fears from things I hear

 

Distaste, a waste an action in haste 

Demise, despise as my retched throat spits out the lies 

 

This is the wrong path, a cold bath with shivers over my skin 

Leave me out of this place, no light, no heights just long drawn out nights 

Give my guard a way,

A shooting gun 

Feathers scarred the sky ...I’ve already gone 

 

RR