All I do is sit and stare,
unaware
tears rolled down my cheek
smoke peeled to lips, a freak

mountain view but unattached
all i see is a rope, a noose
morbid, maybe dont let me loose

tight enough to kill
round enough to fill
sadened subtle skin of mine
enough said, blow
smoke sucking the know
how to be alone
not alone but empty
the space inbetween whats left in me

sit there, look , stare at me
i dont care to look back and see
nothing
nil
no feeling, a pill
riding,stretching to riding
down ill

no muddy slide or groogy reel
no movies sights or slow peel
torture over and away
save or be saved