Downward spirals
Inward explosions
Outward, onward, forward
That's what you tell yourself
There's a way out of the labyrinth
The walls will crumble
And I'll be free.

A fresh starts awaits.
But how is it fresh when she keeps slipping back to her old ways?
Promiscuity is nearing,
With open arms and a sly smile.

Seeking comfort in strangers' beds,
Reaching over for the unlit cigarettes
That will soothe her. She stares into nothingness and takes a drag,
Serenely happy - for a change.
She looks across and smiles
At the defined, naked body lying beside her
Calling her "bae" and "***" instead of "baby" and "honey".

Why does he call her that? Why is there no effort?

Why do they ask if she spits or swallows,
Instead of if she sings or dances?
Why do they kiss her neck,
Instead of kiss her hand?
Why do they take her to dark parks and alleys,
Instead of restaurants and malls?

And if she cries at nights when she's alone,
If she feels easy and used and of no worth

Why does she let them?

Im out of my mind
Drugs and drink anything goes
I have **** my pants

It's all I could ever do to read this
informative wall scrawl, idle
eyes hiding from peripheral refuse
scripting lines in lines in lines
the lines
engulf and then recede at light speed
inverted to white on black as the last night's
last bright stars erased over our expanse and
while I continue to dig, I await some conclusion or loop
wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
while I continue to wait, I dig at conclusion or loophole to return
I find only my positive proof to the absolute
Did we move?
I never did