lost.

cold
scraping along the floors
with dark dead hands
searching for the high of
a previous life: lost

somethings awaiting you
where you can never find it
somethings calling you but
you can't hear it

raw
sitting and rocking back
and forth on your haunches
thinking of the naked flesh
that's now absent creating a wave
nausea so strong that it erases
your memories of everything
it's cost you so strong that it is:
lost

somethings awaiting you
where you can never find it
somethings calling you but
you will never hear it

dreams
dropped on a dime store counter
top and smashed into tiny bits
of microscopic shit creeping into
your head until you want to climb these
insane walls and choke the living day
lights out of every single broken promise
and every broken battered piece of heart
you've ever ever ever: lost

something is awaiting you
where you won't even dare to look
somethings calling out to you but
you don't give a fuck