Immortality

Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her

Cannot find a comfort in this world

Artificial tears...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers

Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...

A truant finds home...and a will to hold on...

There's a trapdoor in the sun...it's immortality...

As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show

Swept out through the cracks beneath the door

Holier than thou, how?

Surrendered...executed anyhow

Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor...

A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to...

There's a trapdoor in the sun...

Its immortality...

I cannot stop the thought...of running out the door...

Coming up a which way sign...and all good truants must decide...

Oh, stripped and sold, mom...and an auctioned forearm...

And whiskers in the sink...

A truants finds home...and a will to hold on to..

Some die just to live...

Ohh...