Empty and debauched, that hollow space inside of me, the cavernous void that I tried to stuff with *****, drugs, ****** galore turned out to be the exact shape of the Creator.
I smelled the stale breath of death coming for me on the nightmare wind. Life tasted like rotten meat. Maggots ate away at my soul, and all I touched felt like cracked cement and broken glass.
Always lost forever searching.
I'm glad I found my way home to the sublime symphony, life can be, should be will be, if I don't wander to the barren places, and pitch a tent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.com