My own Idaho - A Poetic Practice

Pictures in my head
Now they are all dead
Images one really found
They are going on the ground
Never expected this
I can't even remember your kiss
Your beautiful face in the sun
Thought it was lasting kind of fun
This time we held hands
Slipping away like time sands
I'm all confused
Feels like I fell in a ruse ñ
Where am I meant to be
Thought that shadow was me
Blown a away all gone
Like missing when blinking in the sun
All the years I held you close
My God did drugs kill me with a dose
Now sitting here
It sticks cos there is no fear
Lost in my own Idaho