Stop

Compare the comparisons nothing different Addiction to life can be a real killer Sitting at the back watch drunken lass Laugh without hesitation One lookers smile with nervous embarrassment but i can see the joy she meant Through the shadow self the black tar glanced and slathered with serpentine wisps of over head lamp light Turned back internal Judging glances of the naivety drained dead eyes Lying to the truth is just an excuse Don't want to be good can't seem to be better hanging on the letter words feast on me Stillness is still less Just guess confess is it just a mess inspired by the verse Con the tact with a single touch watch this poem lurch and swerve Taking turns without direction Lost within an others thoughts When is the right time to