lying in a hole of dusty laziness
I crawl through my mind of imagination
in a world of wormy creatures and disease.
life is sucked out of me
and I'm shown on display
as a wreck of honesty.
I can't think
I can't hear
I'm led through this hopeful disaster
by a feeling of loneliness.
crumpled dollar bills
an unmade bed
and clothes that scatter the floor
its all i have to live for.