Outlawed From Myself

Answers become rain 

thick and grey.

Clouds look like a big city at night

a woman under the stars

calling my time 

it's my way out.

Mr. Know-it-all,

temptation lingers in my core

give me a reason not to abort

a mission doomed to bomb.

Loneliness plays on loop

when I get closer to the root.

Words don't come easy anymore

I cherish what I don't have no more.

It's getting hard to see

lust numbs my capacity to be me,

turns green what I know to be wrong

sweetens the unknown,

makes you bristle and feel raw.

Inhaled devil's smoke

craved a place I was told no to go,

enchanted by a spell

I became an outlaw in this world.

Mr. Know-it-all,

will I be able to survive?