In a bunker, <br />In a desert, <br />In a wasteland, <br />In the nowhere. <br />In a hole, <br />In that burrow, <br />In that hollowed out piece of earth. <br />In the darkness, <br />With the spiders, <br />Amongst the echoes <br />Of life above; <br />In the silence, <br />In the stillness, <br />With nothing but yourself. <br />Learn the habit, <br />Learn the pattern, <br />Learn the way to stay alive. <br />Build the construct, <br />Deconstruct that, <br />Reinvent it all again. <br />Tell yourself things, <br />Same old shit things; <br />Whisper stale lies. <br />It’s the last time, <br />Not like old times, <br />Just this one night; <br />Just this high. <br />But the next day, <br />Spent in guilt day, <br />Oh so close day, <br />What a lie. <br />Till the next time, <br />And your next crime, <br />Hide your blue eyes, <br />Let them lie. <br />Cast your blanket <br />Where the truth sits... <br />...turns out that truth <br />Isn’t mine. <br />So in the hope that <br />In that moment, <br />We’re all coping, <br />Let us cry. <br />Because the end is, <br />Just like all things, <br />Justified by <br />How we die.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-no-home/
