Sunday, May 13, 2018


I am on my back flat
Finish your cigarette
I ain't going nowhere (yet)
Let me pretend instead
Crush me. Your filthy self
Vacant eyes they deny
Desperate means, I ply
My trade. Pithy voices (cry)
You grope me as you come
Empty of any hope
Existing I succumb
Fading I am noone
Each moment I rehearse
This dance a masquerade
Born into this life cursed
Await my lonely grave
Gnarled limbs cast a shadow
Long parted yesterday
Faith is in her morrow
Is it too late to pray?

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