His life, is marked by hopeless despair,

Feeling empty; no one seems to care,

Caught in addiction’s strong snare,

Bright lights humming in the night,

Waiting for news that will give me a fright.

Doctors come and doctors go,

No one stops

Blank night starred at my soul throbbing

Evanescing a denoting tone trotting silent

Searching for a sign grind for my thoughts

She was the smallest, most lost little girl

Pushing through the crowd, not seeing any of the faces

Just figures that didn't

Strung out like heathens,
We are forced to flee,
To run from our realms of security.
Awakened from peace, disturbed from our