The Lord Knows Not A Fly by JPR

But the pain knows not an intrusion of verse.

Strangled is the falsehood our lives unmasked perverse.

Its deadline’s communion I guess I ultimately must face alone.

I abandoned all hope, a reward of my ego's facade.

Addiction is a serpent's strength in its promise to strike you down.

I've closed myself off enough, now I can't open my thoughts to anyone.

Help muted being consumed in every drink.

I am eroding as quickly as the shore’s embrace to the tide.

I am alone forever, not even within my final lost soul’s confession may I confide.

None has its  grace to confession foreseen me.

Forever extinguished, the lights glimmer.

For some there truly never was a chance.

I create art, not explain it.

JPR