Wanted: Dead Or Alive

Going once, Going twice. sold to the desolate soul in the far-left corner the one half-dead with tear-soaked cheeks intoxicated memories choking down something from her parent's liquor cabinet at fifteen searching for an answer carved in the stars a constellation pointing anywhere but here is the answer: to stay or to go? Go far away-- run away, girl toss regret as a rock into the ocean it skipped four times then drowned bury a casket of damned dreams let them die. Go, escape with the wind from old friends’ memories you surely will fade they will not hurt so don’t you worry a sigh of relief your past will stay just that. Freedom, sold to the girl in the back.