oh these worthless words
so contrived and futile
these cold hands
so pitiful
some change in a cup
dead roses in the street
water on fire
senile and full of dysfunction
veins showing
eyes closed
nowhere to turn
no one to look up to
what a waste
these dreams of you
to wake up in shame
sick with desire
an open wound
the parasite and its host
this infectious rhyme
this incoherent mumbling
these quite foot steps
under that raging sun
never recognized
always ridiculed
we search for our belongings
as we tirelessly feud
how nothing matters
in the aftermath of day dreams
how it all vanishes
in the face of blue skies
