Let's go. We
run off to somewhere real.
I always pretended to be cool.
I was only real around them. We
were inseparable, so we ran away and left.
Away from parents and from school.
It was a hard journey. We
fought our inner demons that lurk
in the dark. I just hope it's not too late.
They are my new family. We
don't waver when our demons strike.
We look them straight
in the eyes. When we
stare down our demons, they sing
a song of pain and sin.
We've been away for awhile. We
are low on food. We are all too thin.
We need food, anything, even gin.
The delirium kicks in. We
dream of those perfect jazz
concerts in June.
Snap out of it. We
need to survive, but we'll all die.
I just hope it's not too soon.
