Illusionary World

broken glass lays at my feet
from a rundown home on main st
cigarette burns away in my hand
“Taxi” yells an old man
Whiskey bottle in hand
and the girls on the corner
die for a way to live

Illusionary world meet reality
stars they shine so bright in a dark place

world so cold world so blind
doing time without a crime
media fornicates
my swollen aching mind
We are all doing time for something.

Done with the textbook romance
the binding; all I could take
turning pages of empty words
“The End” a final chapter makes
Slow burning salted darkened eyes
conforming to the subliminal
and I die for a way to live

world so cold world so blind
doing time without a crime
media fornicates
my swollen aching mind
We are all doing time for something.
We are all doing time for something.
We are all doing time for something.