Dreadful Place

Drool down my face.

Oh, what a dreadful place.

Although the ground is soft,

I know not where I am,

As my body lays strewn across the hot, desert sand.

Oh, what a dreadful place.

My head pounds,

as I look out to the open space.

There’s no one in sight,

and I’ve come here without a trace.

Oh, what a dreadful place.

I see the broken bottle,

that sits where I laid,

I think to myself as my vision fades,

“oh, what a dreadful place.”

Even around the blue skies,

I can’t escape who I am inside.

My mind is a trap,

my addiction holds me hostage,

and I can’t escape.

for when I look around,

I know I can’t escape.

What looks like a paradise,

is my dreadful place.