The allure is remorseful and the appetite, the addiction lingers and flirts with damning consequence. I’m falling into nothing and I sit and wonder, wander, waiting for the morrow to come and rescue me from sorrow, this confusion. The angst is overwhelming and heavy with worthlessness. I’m trying to forget the story but unfortunately it’s mine to share with delicate introspect. The chemical thirst, the rush of devilish lust is my crime and the shackles have rusted away my soul slowly and into a state of surreal numbness. I have an empire of dirt to dig through beneath cloudy skies and even though I know the light is constant I am blind but I can still see the serpent’s eyes. Please forgive me but please forget me as I am lost and have sacrificed myself to solitude.
© 2008 Cordell J. Larkin