In the beginning there was light, in the end let there be peace. Presently, emotionally i shall bear with nothing. A life has taken violent twists and turns. Grinding my vulnerable flesh into the tired bone. Take me to where the seasons change and where the air is dry. I've cried like a man who has lost everything, ( only in the morning, afternoon, evening, and occasionally at dusk). I've drank from the fountain of death, to me momentarily the taste is all too much appealing.
When I was young sometimes I would grow restless on a Sunday afternoon. During nap-time I would gaze onto the sleepy city street. Everything was much more simple then, perhaps only it seemed that way. Do I know too much now?, or too little then?, I wish I didn't know anything. The truth is that I got the dive bar blues. Along with sorrow of a homeless man. I shall wear white t-shirts and walk around the same block everyday. Growing more and more envious as the years pile. Perhaps attending a funeral or two. This is the time of reckoning. Destruction has found me and won't abandon me.
Leave me alone with the pigeons. I live on the bread the worthy toss them. In a dream I have more then I will ever lose in reality. Open the door god, pull the plug . I've loved and I've lost, And you only know that I've felt and suffered enough. Wake me onto the lifeless horizon. Passion has no role in my life anymore.
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