In a while

A drink from the muses pool of sweet revenge

 

Left to soak in the consequences

Attracted by silver linings hung out to dry

Flapping on the breezes of manic thought

I while away the daze

Street lights burn down on me

Stenched in booze and cigarettes

Acrid words burn their way into my eyes

I while away the nitez

Sweet summers lasted more than I can take

Taken a love and twisted into grotesque

Entangled and entwined in thorned  shadows

I while away the morn

Minutes turn to days to nights

Waysted in consecutive extrusions

I blow a kiss to the remembrance

N lick the blood from my fingers