.....

I lost my friends with my sanity....

Around the same time I relinquished vanity....

When the relations became more physical....

When writing became only a vehicle....

When these rhymes became forced...

When my voice got hoarse....

I'm losing things because it's hurting them less...

To stay....

So after a while...

I just exile...

Myself....

Not having to cut loses...

Because there will never be anything to be gained....

There was less of something then....

& more of nothing now....

Because....

Now I have nothing too lose....