what the dark streets of decay knows

someone said i must be silent

because i’ve stopped being self-violent

saturated in sobriety sipping netflix

no late night hop-scotch or pick-up-sticks

 

my words were rapids in my mind

an angry surge with axe to grind

but lately they lay on the floor

cause all that lingers in my core

 

are pills and weed and whiskey white

gutters are an insurmountable height

a pack a day, sex on the side

don’t ask me the color of their eyes

 

cause nothing’s in my head at all

my sea is empty if you trawl

i’m blatto, blitz and wasted hard

i’m dancing with a disregard

for anything but feeling numb

a hitchhiker with missing thumbs

 

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