Dinner with my Demons
Room filled with stories… The inebriated I was contemplating counting the stories
As I look from floor 11 floor
Where is heaven?
What number in line is my prayer?
Because I feel I’m being ignored
All the ignorance surrounding me… How can this feel correct
A child of some one that constantly rejects
But will try to heal the wounds of someone who injects…
Tonight I’m having dinner with my Demons….