Halt

This place is a mess

I have really been down

I don't know exactly where I will be going

There will come a time when all of this will come to an end

We tried

Not hard enough, obviously

I came here in good faith that we could save this house

That it would remain a home

But the pangs of addiction were what took control of the motivation machine

The one that we had built

Custom made

Perfection that could never be bought

Now it could be, if we could ever put ourselves back into the shoes that we wore ten years ago

It is very sad to see it all go

I worry about my friend Karen, who I came here for

She has been avoiding us all for days on end

Only stopping in here and there to change clothes

 A quick hello

She must be leaving her pitiful excuse for a man

Because he has been here the whole time whining

Just like his drunken mother who still resides in the sun room adjacent to mine

Not for much longer

Nobody could erase the debt that was already lingering back in May and worse, before, when they all lived here like cave people

Cooking spaghetti in the fireplace of the family room

No electricity

No water

No gas

You could see your breath in here

I dropped by a few times during that crazy stretch of time

To score something or other for my insistent twat of a roommate

My so called friend who wanted my soul for the use of her piece of shit old mini van

They at least had all of their heads together then

Screwed on straight

They were a family that now ceases to exist if it ever did

This is not at all how I had envisioned this to pan out

Everything so over-dramatized and really quite sad

So many good times have been had here

Yet, somehow the black seems to have won the fight

Maybe wrong

More likely, right on the money

It's not funny at all

It always wins, which effects me somehow, some way

It's not fucking fair!

I have never fucked with it, but I end up caring immensely for so many idiots who do

That nasty drug always wants to see to it that it puts me through an emotional Hell

Tears fall into the well in this place where the water no longer runs

Where the fun and games must all come to a screeching halt so that the light warriors here can again exalt back into our way of living....

11/25/2016