No Name LaneA Poem by Ms.RhodesWhen I was 18 I lived in the Dope House and the name of the house was the name of the street it was on. These are Lyrics to a song I wrote. The name of the house is hidden within the lines.No Name Lane By M. Rhodes Hiding in caves. The room, the place that keeps you safe. Running a circle, The spiral never changes shape. The mat says welcome to, The home of beating hearts disgrace, Attempting hands that hold you, From making your greatest mistake. Your greatest mistake. Beautiful junkie and beautiful disease. Beautiful junkie, when the satisfying starts to cease. She cant remember much but dreams of life to be. Beautiful Junkie begs to Breathe. ... Dig Warrent embrace, Brag on times they all were forced to wait. A life of revel. And hands that feed the Devil. Jackals of the Branch disciples, messengers who wont go out to play. Medicated wasted cells, You only hope to still remain. When death is a game. Beautiful junkie, beautiful rush. Beautiful junkie has a terrible touch. Creature of habit, addict, Ones too many but never enough. Beautiful Junkie lives on planets destined to erupt. ... Dig This is not my home. Leave me alone. If God could make a cameo. Beautiful junkie, numbering days. Beautiful junkie drops to her knees and prays. Escaping dying, lying, dirty rooms and coded names. This beautiful junkie will walk home, all alone, in the rain. ... Live
© 2013 Ms.RhodesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMs.RhodesDallas, TXAboutPensive. Intuitive. Aquarius. Writer. Musician. Odd. Real. Curious. Patient. Impatient. Clumsy. Out-there. Unorthodox. Outrages. Addict. Alcoholic. Sober. Analyzer. Empathic. FuckUp.. more..Writing
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