Universal Outlaw.

I’ve got these newly creased lines,

bore in beneath my tired eyes,

dark ringed circles well-defined,

a story left untold – otherwise…

I’ve felt these feelings of mine,

quite poorly compartmentalized,

I sit with the shadows in the tree-line,

until my own unpredictability subsides…

I’ve seen the neon-bright, foreboding signs,

swam for my Life against outbound tides,

when dying’s a blessing and living’s a crime,

and I’m an outlaw to nature and humankind…

I’ve gone and become urban-institutionalized,

let my own body to take away my own mind,

looked at one too many sets of dishonest eyes,

to gauge by the memories of days left behind.