Intent in being
Being alone
Alone in suspension
Suspended in this lack of emotional time
With confusion left crying on my shoulder
Seeping into this wool life
Clear tears full of saline and booze
And I am intent in this lonely place
Content with this heart raped dry
It is a learned game
The game of emotional displacement
Walls taller than I can climb
Do I even dare?
But your mouth on mine has the sweet taste of stale booze and failure
And I like it when we feel right
But love is a game I have lost
I am shit in this game
It means only pain and confusion
Making alone seem like quiet heaven
