Vacate is the word

Vengeance has no place on me or her

Cannot find the comfort in this world

Artificial tear

Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers

Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere

And a wish to hold on

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

And a wish to hold on too

He saw the trapdoor in the sun

I cannot stop the thought

I'm running in the dark

I'm coming up a which way sign

All good truants must decide

Oh, stripped and sold, mom

Auctioned forearm

And whiskers in the sink

Truants move on

Cannot stay long

Some die just to live