House painting

I stare at that clock
tick silent tock
In my very brains

I hear that light
Of unknown conversations
I hallucinate jesus

And I don’t feel at
home anymore.
Whispering Blackness
In the snow

I’m so high. And I don’t feel
At home anymore.
Back to your old tricks again
Affection is something I don’t feel

Nope. Nope. Get away me.
Because EVERY TIME
I do that drug, I get hurt so bad
I get so fucking high
And Then I crash
LIKE A