Empty and debauched,
that hollow space
inside of me,
the cavernous
void that I tried
to stuff with
booze, drugs,
whores galore
turned out to be
the exact shape of
the Creator.
I smelled the stale
breath of death coming
for me on the
nightmare wind.
Life tasted like rotten
meat.
Maggots ate away at
my soul, and all I
touched felt like
cracked cement and
broken glass.
Always lost
forever searching.
I\'m glad I found my
way home to the
sublime symphony, life can be,
should be
will be, if I don\'t wander
to the barren places, and
pitch a tent.