journal entry

dirty love
cheap drugs
fairy-tale friends
invisible scars
decadent worldview
forever changing
never complaining
this beautiful misery
that sleeps when tired
wakes when wired
eats when starving
drinks to get drunk
to make this living
an easier swallow
a volume knob
to drown out the traffic
stuck on full throttle
getting good
at laughing
at the magic
at the madness
a little humor
a little romance
a little loneliness
easily fooled
hardly tragic
these are the rules
this is the game
this is the recipe
for survival
of the man you used to know
ready to be served
on a silver plate
found amongst the rubble
in the dark alleyways
of our violent streets
where whores rule
and junkies police
for all to see
what a nightmare
just want to wake up
overcome this numbness
feel the pinch
gotta let it play out
see where it goes
nobody knows
what it means