Empty bottles, hollow faces, Rooms of sordid cherished traces, Funhouse mirrors, twisted races, In neon ghosts, my heart embraces. Pills like pebbles spill sedated, Love once vibrant, now faded, In dreams of white, my hunger traded, My buoyant life, sinking, jaded. Echoes linger, old songs play, Each verse, another day, Jarring chords of disarray, In smoky whispers that betray. [outro][end]
