I was twenty-seven years’ old
my spark gone
lost all hope in love
was drowning
in my very own
sin city
I remember
the day
and hour
my alarm clock
died willingly
I felt nothing
I didn\'t even notice
every hour was the same
Dark
Cold
Empty
Lonely
I pinned myself
to a bill board
on Fremont Street once
but nobody saw me
a million tiny lights
and I still didn\'t shine
someone once told me
if I wanted to touch the sun
first, I’d have to climb out
of these
my deepest darkest fires of hell
and, I finally did …
with naked feet.