Monday, March 04, 2019

disembodied blues, can't seem to smoke my wine or drown my sorrows,
only ten million tears left until tomorrows morning comes. she took the puppies, put down the kittens, left me here in my mittens with thoughts to deep for fears and yesterday i felt the ground sinking and i took to drinking, just to defy the anti gravity of all that energy we generated. so i played mwp, singing 'lullaby to the lonely' and pushed myself to the brink, such a sad place out in deep space, i never came back down again.
can't you feel yourself falling apart?

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