Escaping Into Prison

Fly corpse filled dusty window sills

Black dogs breathing through gills

Foaming jaws snapping at heels

Beneath substances forgetting to feel

Inner child rotting behind the seal

Ignorance such bliss

The stench so unreal

A stagger down trails to places of before

Vacancy in eyes, knocking on old doors

Returned knocks and whispers, "who knows you anymore?"

The taste of lonesome sinking in it's claws

Runner in a haze, looking like a w***e

No one left to act towards

Nothing left to score