Alcohol;
On my lips,
with the bitter,
Sweet taste
of despair. And
Temptation
glistering
from the
ruins
of a wasted
mind.
Lullaby;
Out of
tune, roaring inside
The dark –
whilst nerves
nervously
glare,
at my once,
golden
fingertips.
Corner;
Deep and
obscure. Foolishly playing -
Hide and
seek. Simply to avoid
The fight
and slaying
Of my skin’s
inner
Peace.
Broken;
Wings of
embrace. Tainted
By a
lover’s woe. Thus Leaving,
A legacy of
dust
to the next
piece in
the puzzled
maze.
Serenity;
of the
slowly fading song –
inside the
body of a question mark?
Well
knowing that these
parting
gloves are hung
By the
bottleneck of yesterday.
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