Pills Pushed To The Front

Smoky and scarred
pills pushed to front
a poker or blunt

raised through the ruins
will be leaving here soon

open the chest
where living's a soul
burnt out by black coal

sifting the diamonds
sure is no chore
sparkling rich waters
just pick the right drawer

curled up in the corner
vague flickers ignite
words are repeated
teaching soft light

fill up the foundry
where emptiness lies
a need to a burning
seen in innocent eyes