Vacate is the word
Vengeance has no place in me to hurt
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tears
Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable, wisdom can’t adhere

A truant finds home
And a wish to hold onto
But there’s a trapdoor in the sun

As privileged as a whore
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered, executed, anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor

A truant finds home
And a wish to hold onto
There’s a trapdoor in the sun

I cannot stop the thought
Of running in the dark
Coming up a which way sign
All good truants must decide

Oh, stripped and sold, mom
Auctioned forearm
And whiskers in the sink

Truants go on
Cannot stay long
Some die just to live