Vagabond Soul

The eastern sun

washed away my evening pleasures.

I put away the pipe,

I clean up my face,

still the mirror is blackened.

Eyes that strain to see colors,

what is the meaning of remedy?

I misplaced my chaos,

I misplaced my exquisite hatred,

and destroyed my will to fix my problems.

Dry lips covering an aging tongue,

a vagabond soul wishes to be loved.

Abnormalities, I am surrounded.

Disasters, I am dumbfounded.

I am walking through this dark sky alone.

Peeling back the fingers,

waiting for the sting of rememberance.

Sadness, I know you.

Insanity, I need you.

My own twisted adolescence,

I lived it by the definition.