She sits at home alone
Quietly sinking, in her comfort zone.
Loneliness feeds, her soul.
The emptiness takes a toll
No other way to go, she heads to the
Corner store.
A quick relief, to fill that void.
Her love lies in a piece of foil.
Just another hit for the day.
Takes her to that private getaway.
Brings her to higher heights,
No transportation needed, to take this flight.
Where she goes, nobody knows,
She finds elated peace. To Devine to define..
Trapped in a cruel body, that's just doing time.
Embodiment of her being, left behind.
Slowly descending, back to her destination.
Reality is not, her intention.
Comes back home, sitting alone
The door slowly opens
"Honey I'm home"