Anything but Me

Left in the lurch by            
lifes most important loves            
no memories of ethereal            
scented flowers,rainbows,            
truth,or butterfly dreams            
           
Drowning in a lake            
formed by endless dolor rain            
though I'm mesmerized
by the moonshine sway
of lightining cracking            
through ashen cloud            
           
The chaos is where    
I feel most safe            
as I walk once again            
into the doom shade            
trying to escape            
this miserable life            
afraid of what else            
may lie in wait            
           
Searching many different highs;                  
piss-pumped fantasies            
trying to bring some        
pseudo life to the cold          
starless sky left inside            
           
For all I want to        
see,or feel,is anything            
anything but me