out

I want out
out of this stinking skin
out of this place
beyond this sky
beyond all's grasp

hope is a bullet
and I crave its trajectory
tomorrow is a lie
that I've believed in too long
bring me the trump
bring me the eternal
this is my final request

boring into and boring out
of this hopeless place
has not rendered
anything of substance

is anyone home
to receive me?
is anyone there
who believes?
I am a beggar in the night
bewildered, full of fright
asking everyone I meet
do you know the way out?