Unknown Pleasures

The 2 A.M Writer

Tear my red into empty lust

Hollow sex and pointless cigarettes

A connection I'll never feel but keep plugging

It really is me this time

 

Soft like silk but still cold shouldered

I'll drown myself in unknown pleasures

 

Drown it out like generations before

I really am just my old man

Smoke will calm and smoke will depress

Red eyes are full of lies

 

Soft like silk but still cold shouldered

I'll drown myself in unknown pleasures

 

And I'll be okay

Maybe not now, but some other day

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2017 10:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote a song, and yes the title is a reference to Joy Division
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