6/25/19 12:10AM
every night i give up a dream or two
and lie awake in a trance
belching hot gas through every pore
I lament all my missed chances
sometimes i drink beer in a storm
and watch my brain bubble
the smoke cures the latent sorrow
but demons still rise from the rubble
my melody is sloppy footsteps, a groaning creaking gait
the symphony is sanguine
the conductor lost to madness
still an abyss underneath my skin
there is not one pulse in my skull today
i move on memory alone
i wonder if she still reads this
i lay down with a moan
my hardtop cruiser
lies ruined and broken
but i still drive it, the resilient bruiser
to atone for my sins