Lost In Space

I wander alone and feel shame, The empty Broadway calls, In the dirty neon streets Desolation descends, befalls. I ponder alone and her name Rabbit punches in my head, That she writhes in cuckold sheets With someone else instead. Nothing is ever the same, Drink and think the worst, A temporal pulse it beats In rhythm and tempo cursed. I wander lost and grow lame In spaces yawning wide, Memory loops and repeats Tormenting deep inside. Still, I can manage to claim I mastered her abyss, Plucked victories out of defeats And know now what she is. In winning he lost the game, For I took her easy as pie, He belongs to the queen of cheats Until he may wise-up and die. Until then I will remain Waiting for justice to own The turning tide she meets When she reaps everything she has sown.