Slow Death

I have chased a demon,

Called relations, in women,

I could not keep for long,

Fueled by medications,

Nicotine, music, drugs, and sex,

Someday in my 44 years,

I will detox live a life,

Of solitude or find the,

Right woman to keep me,

On track and find bliss,

In the simplicity of a,

Modern lifestyle,

Twisted realities set in,

At the drop of a dime,

Somewhere in the howling,

Sands of time,

No-one but yourself,

Will compare to the multitudes,

Of an hour-glass,

We are lost in time,

Trying to find a ghost,

Of a chance that will co-operate.