Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...

A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But there's a trapdoor in the sun...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 Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...

A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on, too... But saw the trapdoor in the sun...