Landscapes - Transient

Lost in a futile world, hung dry, malnourished and under weight
Mind numbing puerile for attainment, like a padded cell with no escape
I slipped unconscious, Incoherent interstate, familiar faded days burning exile, and transient
Dead lying prone, ghost less eyes, to their own
Cruise ride under night fall, crying, "oh what could I learn, from letting you go"

You’re not alone

Head slung into cloud breaks, in ambience, before the waste of god
Dead weight left to free fall, I’ve come undone, in this sadistic world, enshrined to the dark
Mood swings under rain, like there’s a heaven to fall
Blacked out by the railroad, "drowning my problems", with just the shirt on your back, to shield from the cold

Locked in the mind of monotony, a creature of instinct, is dying hollow