Immortality

Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to herCannot find a comfort in this worldArtificial tears...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteersVulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...A truant finds home...and a will to hold on...There's a trapdoor in the sun...it's immortality...As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public showSwept out through the cracks beneath the doorHolier than thou, how?Surrendered...executed anyhowScrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor...A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to...There's a trapdoor in the sun...Its immortality...I cannot stop the thought...of running out the door...Coming up a which way sign...and all good truants must decide...Oh, stripped and sold, mom...and an auctioned forearm...And whiskers in the sink...A truants finds home...and a will to hold on to..Some die just to live...Ohh...