The Last Time Damned

In survival mode

Scrounging, stealing, sleeping on sidewalks

Quietly evacuating the spot i have borrowed from the night

As dawn brings forth a new light

Irradiated rays scorch my skin as I try to find a way Out

Any way Out

I spend my days in the library downtown

My nights across the street from the County Jail on the hard ground

Medication ran out about 3 months ago

Feverishly taken illusion of safety, shattered before then

I search desperately for a guide to show me the way Out

Any way Out

I hear the Council attacking my psyche

Six voices assert their individual and collective dominace

Over my own mind

I heed not their words

No, I say!

Or think rather loudly

The headaches grow

Voices seemingly looking for a way out

Any way out

My spotmate kicks me out of his spot

says I've made the area too noticable

I go to the park downtown

try to get a gun

I fail

I sit on the bench and sob

my life in shambles

My 20 years culminating into this thing I couldn't stand

My "friends" leave

I take my mood stabilizers, trying a way Out

Any way Out