Full Moon Thoughts

Front porch steps and cigarettes Tripping on a full moon The exstacy felt nostalgic Feeling lost Binging on bad habits My skin felt torn between worlds So many questions feeling unanswered Things we never want to talk about Taste like butter on my tounge I lost so much weight Feeling hollow and unsatisfied I licked up crumbs to feed the beast In moments I destroyed myself I wanted to scream Punching glass seemed like a good idea Fractions of memories ran through my head Bitterness felt gritty on my teeth I wanted to pour salt in the bath water Choking on lies Grasping on illusions Suddenly realizing Rome is burning