Vacate is the word…vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear…vessel stabbed…next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can’t adhere…
A truant finds home…and I wish to hold on…
But there’s a trapdoor in the sun…immortality…
As privileged as a whore…victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered…executed anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor…
A truant finds home…and I wish to hold on, too…
But saw the trapdoor in the sun…