Part Of This Waste Poem by C. Bake Baker

Rotting youth, spent too much to keep
Days of pain, night of shapeless wonders
Reasons to live are gone, wasted and splintered in nameless sleep

Lights are gone, lonlier than me, they slowly flicker off
Tested and abused inside us all
little time is left to count the memories of our lives

Paint is smeared, canvased part of this waste, time to believe
Fake name and teeth, left out in rain for weeks
Soiled affair, sins of the father come back to me