I breathe the air
an involuntary affair
in goes jeopardy
a will that suffocates me
12 stations of the moon
and 12 stations of the sun
you hear me suffer
in 12 versions of the hell
The smoke I walk into
cascades down a memory lane
I presume your faces
guilt that turns into pain
I didn't realize the need I have for you
my mobile phone is a placebo
that I devour with no inhibitions
taking in all the love it can give.
These 7 oceans
7 circles of hell
I cross through every day
Yet I cannot bridge this gap
that is between home and me
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