realizing really is nothing..

[ruckyruck]

i woke up today wondering where i was..
as usual..last night is just a fuzz..
remnants of a debacle line the walls..
and the stale smell of vice heavily falls..

empty bottles and empty cans..
ripped plastic and slimy rubber..
above me..the gray skies hover:
all of this makes an empty woman..

wads of cash..clumps of ash..
rancid milk..moldy bread..
some dreams came and those passed..
clouds of haze fill my head..

drunk by noon..blitzed by five..
these things make me alive..
not a storybook life..
simply days filled with strife..

nights filled with crowds rage 'til morning..
faux feelings of fame and bright stars
line the cloud of loathing and scars..
some just do not see their warning..

it's said "A man alone can do no wrong"..
but he also does very little right..
i finally found just where i belong..
and it's wasting away with you each night..