Gone

The road is dark  the moon has gone away. I smoked away all the things I had to say.  I won't stress this mess.  The open road's my saving grace, eyes so wide I'm hypotized & blinded by the endless lines.  I try to balance hand & eye. I'll be sleeping in m car tonight. won't be another victim to your vices; commited to humanity, making sacrifices. Reacting in such selfish ways, a mirage of what real life is. Manipulating chemicals, something like mad science. Time is up. F*** you. I'm done. Trash what I can't take or hide it in the closet with the rest of your mistakes.  You can ask my friends about me when you see them on the town, but you'll be left alone to wonder if I'm ever coming back around.