sophocles_hero

sculpture made of bone and wire
lonely music for lonely users
whatever drug may be the sin
your sacrifice theory is laid out and using too
its hands tied and wrists cut
the heart and soul nailed to the wall
the colors leached into a poem
with the coffee stains, cigarette burns,
and the loose change of lies
hard up for cash
and drinking like a fish
chewing on ice
these rum soaked drinks keep me warm
inside this windy storm
I just keep twisting in circles
this is a hell of a way to live
but all my good friends are
down at the end of the line
nobody to keep me in line
I had a girl once
but she don't mean much anymore
not like she did before
my fathers suicide
and all these words tied up untidy
on these receipts
please just give me a drink
and maybe this time I'll get it
written down right
or maybe
the light of a thousand suns
and a thousand shadows too
combine into nothing
but words with no meaning
I'll just leave it up to you