EYES CLOSED
 

eyes closed. nightroaming at the end of a shift
head to the brink of no return at the edge of a cliff
only sentiment lives here these days. everybody I knew
got up and moved away the first time they were promised a future
away from the squalor we’re used to. the monotonous everyday
probably never make our dreams happen cuz we’re constantly kept awake
we’re like black coffee and dresser stains, dual parts of the sum
the harder you run circles around me the more dark it becomes
hardened with substance. found frequenting the usual haunts
beautifully gaunt expression. my stoneheart pooled on the floor
used to bein’ worn on my sleeve, now it’s blackened and burnt
organic matter and fur coated from being dragged through the dirt
casual servitude. their 9 to 5s domesticated the best
wake up from getting my beauty sleep to find the stranger had left me
plated up eggs and burnt bacon. gristle stuck to the pan
i study the fatty residue relating it to how stubborn I am
still cooking with gas, cracked pyrex stove in the kitchen
wiped over with quickness. baked ideas still showing persistence
overloaded the dishwasher on a desolate whim
my lifecycles chuck everything in, and set it to spin
hope for the best. nobody left to tell me its wrong
heavens a long ride away from the hell I belong in
selfish sojourns and well wishers thoughts don’t keep me warm
when alone with my thoughts. its Jack Daniels I opened up pouring
my soul into maudlin methodology. twist the cap and just drink
have me a minute to myself before the cabinet clinks shut
hear the moan the clasp of its hinge does as I fetch some Coke with it
bet the old kitchen cost less without the judgemental oak finish