Bone-Dry

Bone-dry, nothing to lose. High, homeless, empty off booze. Hungry by nature. Homeless I am. Not strong, not solid. My work is my hand. To end this blight is not my right. True love is my passion and skill. I run like the wind. This future looks dim. My passion; that love... There's no "god" above. My prayers are useless and faint. She's mad at me so... Please don't let go. I love her. I love you so much.