Hell If I Know

I lie prostrate        
here, where I play        
thorned and thistled        
in a cigarette graveyard        
a macabre spectacle        
broken mess        
I pirouette in quicksand      
sinking forever      
alcohol stained breath      
whispering lies      
in a wasteland      
of my own making      
corpse of what I was      
litters the floor of my mind      
corridors that lead nowhere        
what a clown I am      
tears fail to fall      
broken mess      
thorn and thistle      
let loose the truth      
shipwrecked and cursed      
throw down the mask      
here I am      
this is where I lie      
seek me and you will find      
the bones of yesterday      
wreckage of today      
(Thank you Craic for a keen eye with editing help)    
(inspired by thoughts, feeling and this song)     
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 19th Apr 2016
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