neighbour. .

Love was not the friend I seeked, the pills filled my mount of choice, a empathy of felonious confessions,the hate I draw plunged into my confidence chasing me along the break of my intoxication. .
       Poisoned from a neighbors adverse chambers calling me from my selfish deeds only to  controll a stupor I've spun into in less then three blinks,...I found it to not be love yet a lust bought and sold as I longed to confide in my friend,that I am lost somewhere between a heathen and martyr, drinking from a cup with the dirt I shoveled over shoulder,mighty from the pills I indulged. .
     Fore I spilled my feelings, poked my hate ,leaning my head back only to swallow. Only too love the neighbour ..