(2019)
Heavy steps with sore heels
A feeling of pacing on the same spot
Still a home comes closer
The melodramatic child inside surfaces
We live alone, we die alone
Sleep deprived again
Madness and depression swill my mind
Diluting rationality, no reasonable thought I can find
I should not be walking down this dark path alone
No light, no contact
Turned away faces
Me and the apathetic drizzle
Human evils could find me here
I quicken my pace
Clothing soaks up water more and more
Steps become heavier and harder on the concrete floor
The doorway eventually approaches
Despite fair warning the door hits me in the face
No music to lift me through this black place
Where is my mind Francis
I crawl to a safe cold bed
Drying off as a warmth seethes through me
And drunken sleep soothes me
Luckily no dreams of a better world will delude me tonight