fuzzy guitars to drown out the voices
rolling in broken glass to feel something

hoping to hitchhike across a different dreamscape
the one i’ve been surfing lately has grown stale

falling into white noise like a hobo hopping trains
drifting like a grifter one step ahead of the law

she used to be my salve from the infernal burning
now just another castaway jettisoned into the cold reaches of space

life support is failing
emotional support left wanting

auto pilot course set for the heart of a dying star
fuzzy guitars and swollen with regret