Walking Home - 22 Jacks

a gift of serenity

a change of identity

hit so hard hit so fast

came from somewhere above me an existence stuck behind

over and over and over again

different stories

but the same old lines

the streets are empty

and I’m walking home

the city sleeps lost

souls moves alone

and I need some words

to fill up the end

over and over and over again

my fingertips are bleeding

scratching through these walls

some kind of dark feeling

still stopping from the fall

an existence to some

from 4 to 3 to only one

my finger tips are bleeding