All those that you love

and leave behind

hide thoughts

inside your head

unwinding are

the salad days

of mispent youth

to be aloof

lost and so alone

a stanger in your own home

finding only pain

and anguish

turning to smoke

making the moments

of bordom more barabile

filling the void

with whatever is avalible

its a parible to how terrible

we feel inside

we are still alive

with time to find

what works

and what is broken

is all hope lost

I sure hope not

how do you begin again

after laying with lady heroine

death becomes all of us

so we skipped the bus

and dropped out of school

while eating LSD

promising to be nobody’s fool

when we did coke

we felt cool

with junk

we felt white hot

the sun comes up slow

a pink hue, an orange glow

under it we had our stunt’s

you are still out to lunch

I will be busy preparing dinner

where we will converse

over a coarse

of some rhyme and reason

there isn’t much we belive in

atleast this much is true

addictions are treasons

to our freedom