She sits at home alone
Quietly sinking in her comfort zone.
Loneliness feeds her soul.
The emptiness takes a toll.
No other way to go.
She heads to the corner store.
A quick relief to fill that void
Her love, lies in a piece of foil.
Just another hit, to face the day.
Takes her to that, private getaway.
Brings her to higher heights
No transportation needed, to take
Where she goes, nobody knows,
She finds elated peace,
to devine to Define.
Trapped in a cruel body, thats just
Embodiment of her being, left behind
Slowly descending back to her destination.
Reality is not, her intention.
Comes back home, sitting alone,
The door slowly opens.
"Honey im home"