Feels like I'm never coming home

We may share the same stars in the skies,

But they’re as far away as you-

Both swallowed by the black that dies.

I’m depressed and so I starve and drink,

Catharsis would be a utopian suicide-

Both afford the luxury not to think.

How long can I stumble drunk and blind?

Dreaming of yesterday and tomorrow-

Both spit blood and teeth as though bitter rind.

Feels like I’m never coming home.