Elucidating Questions

There’s no place like home when the yellow bricks to follow back run to the disaster

And the familiar sins come marching in like toy soldiers in September.

The avenues of ripped and worn bags that burn like wildfire in the push towards the big bang that started it that’s coming back around again.

And when I get back on my feet I’ll be half the man I wanted to be and follow you

Like I’ll always wait

The good is gone, the story said die, there was no ever after.

A trick but celebrity status

My dearly departed you haven’t had enough

And you take it like a whore.

And I am right beside you in your perfect porcelain, but how, how if not for you?

This means war but I just wanted you all to myself and I tried to make it perfect again

But I’m the only one who knows

And so it goes

I ran to you I

Let it get to desperate measures but it’s gone.

And the rest is forgotten.

A fevered blur of names, just a day away from saying the rest with no sound.

No one was around.

No words came anyways.

I tried to make the words fast I tried I tried I tried

But I’m a slave.

And the truth hurts so

I decided to break it.

I walk around but it’s just not the same so I’ll trade in who I’ve been

For some vertigo.

And all your alibis are perfect again.

I guess I’ll never know

How I’m supposed to get down from here.

And the story

Must.

End.