Dear lost thoughts of indiscretion
broken breaths of intervention
with lost souls a spirit rests
it has her eyes but taint none the less
for all the lost souls that’s bodies are long gone-
deep in the caves of ecstasy’s love
deep in the dream of their darkest abyss   
of her cocaine love and her sweet escape
with all her love comes all the pain
there’s nothing left after you play the game
of bereavement
of thought and mind
of the scattered sine’s
she did not see one
with all the love that’s given
it’s thrown away-to save
a dime
for one last night of ecstasy