i find comfort in solace
to retreat to my corner write a rhyme
it is an organized crime, murder- right before bedtime
yet
solace is never kept lonely
i carved my space in this world built on fiction
i will not blame anyone for not being real
made it myself love the appeal
check on the time but that is not real
blood on the walls carved from stainless steel-
solace is my emergency contact
it knows i exist
just never picks up
