Craving you like a dog without a bone.
As I lay here, naked and alone.

I pass through life as a ghost.
As if something has taken me,
And I’m just the host.

My days are grim, my nights are worse.
The dark thoughts overtake me,
like shepherd's purse.

I don’t eat, and I don’t sleep.
Even the cigarettes and whiskey weep.

I see now this is out of my control.
You are etched in the soul.
© S.F Forest