Next To Last

Terrible, terrible decisions to make --
The kind of example that you cannot fake.
Once trapped in the position they have created
You lose what you love and you love what you hated.
It finds you like a sword,
Lets you become more easily bored
If that's possible at this stage.
You hold onto what's in your heart.
What it's been through was the toughest part.
What about these pictures?
Did anyone see them when they made the news?
Yelling, someone is always yelling.
You keep drinking coffee and smoking you'll die.
You've swallowed the symbol and spread the lie
To the next poor soul
Lost in the black hole,
The unblinking porthole that ventilates
Your poorest, coldest nightmares.
Space, running out of space
All over the place
Staring back in your face
Looking out of your disgrace.
It's a casual problem, a paranormal excursion.
You're waiting for a different version,
Something not so repellent,
A major blow to one's development as a human being.
Devoid of feeling in your heart,
It beats for your art.
What will you do when you need a jump start?