segunda-feira, 20 de maio de 2013

Empty at Last



Rancid coffee
and last night's buts
cough, cough, cry...

I am almost empty
but filled with thoughts
cough, cough, why?

Stale cookies
and forgotten dreams
chew, chew, spit...

Unbearably free
caught up in my screams
chew, chew, fake it!

Polluted tears
running down my face
drip, drip, splash!

Remembered fears
bring back some grace
drip, drip, a flash...

Rancid coffee
drunk very fast,
empty at last...


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