Shiner

With wooden veins I sit and ponder
With hollow hands and bigger problems
Passing through a plastic gateway just to see you
Peering into my soul with your bleeding eyes
That dull look makes my soul die a little more inside.
Light the pipe again. Light the pipe again.
Feelings of awkwardness and exposure, it hurts but it’s not unheard of
Its not fair I’m tearing away, your bleeding hearts are all the same
So I sit back and let him take me. The shiner comes but can not save me