This will now break me down
Although it hurts to simply sit around
and stare
at where my life has been
I look recently
without decency
on how to concentrate
and looking peacefully
at life
within a lovers' stare
The torture of loneliness
coincides deep within
the foolish grin I often wear
The hole without another is endless
while senseless
More insides to abuse, use
no use escaping
from the truth
and where my future's taking shape