Stone steps.
Walkway.
Downhill memories.
Across the street.
To the beach.
Where I used to go.
Get away.
Hide the strays.
The fuck ups and their fun.
Fall apart.
The poisoned dark
and midnight thought today.
Helping hand
and hurtful hearts.
Black and bruised inside.
Empty felt.
Hollow melts
into cuts upon the flesh.
Bleeding still.
Nothing new.
Numb all through the years.
Sitting here.
Waiting for
no one and nothing at all.
Breathing in.
Sending out.
Reminiscence of the past.
No more fight.
Give in at last.
Completely and utterly alone.