In a bunker,
In a desert,
In a wasteland,
In the nowhere.
In a hole,
In that burrow,
In that hollowed out piece of earth.
In the darkness,
With the spiders,
Amongst the echoes
Of life above;
In the silence,
In the stillness,
With nothing but yourself.
Learn the habit,
Learn the pattern,
Learn the way to stay alive.
Build the construct,
Deconstruct that,
Reinvent it all again.
Tell yourself things,
Same old shit things;
Whisper stale lies.
It’s the last time,
Not like old times,
Just this one night;
Just this high.
But the next day,
Spent in guilt day,
Oh so close day,
What a lie.
Till the next time,
And your next crime,
Hide your blue eyes,
Let them lie.
Cast your blanket
Where the truth sits...
...turns out that truth
Isn’t mine.
So in the hope that
In that moment,
We’re all coping,
Let us cry.
Because the end is,
Just like all things,
Justified by
How we die.
Mathew Lewis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-no-home/
