Vocate is the word, "Vengeance has no place",
he swears to her
"Cannot find the comfort in this world..." artificial
... Vessel stabbed, "Next up, volunteers..."
Wisdom can't adhere. A truant
finds home.
A wish to hold on. But there's a trapdoor
in the sun.
As priveledged as a whore... victims in demand for
public show
Swept out through the crack beneath the door.
Holier than thou, (How? This is the myth).
Think of it.
Surrendered... Executed anyhow.
Scrawl dissolved,
Cigar box on the floor. A truant
finds home.
And a wish to hold on...
Saw a trapdoor in the sun.
Cannot stop the thought.
Running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign.
All good truants must decide...
stripped and sold, mom.
Auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink...
Truants move on.
Cannot stay long...
Some die just to live...