Brave new hell

I've seen better days, better dreams and better drugs. I've seen many omens written in the filters of my joints, being reduced to ashes, lost in oblivious seas, being loved by my wounded lungs, the only caress of sanity in this weird season of nonsense living...
My drunk poetry distills hope in my relentless soul, frozen in the memory of her lips.
In the end I always come back here, I can't refuse, even if the clouds over time do not let me see beyond the bounds, as usual. I feel like a stranger in my own homeland, the black sand has not the same texture...
Fuck what I've done, I have to climb the endless stairs again.