A lack of colour

I ask the muse to keep me warm

Siting in a puddle of rain 

I smile at the sunshine 

As my dreams go washing down the drain

 

In another failed romance

Another failed chance at life

The doors are closed 

As my hopes begin to slide

I lift the bottle to wash away my pride

 

A signature scribbled in haste

Signs away another life

I swig and I swill

Erasing the pain and the memories

Engraved in another tattoo

 

Listen to the music that no-one else hears

I dance alone to my own fractured demons

As the passer by’s ignore another has been

Left on the boardwalk on the road to damnation

I see them but they don't see me

 

Glistening on the truth

Left to make my own roads

I strike and light another tattered cigarette 

Squint as I look to the city of the darkened losers

Pull the collar up of the Op shop leather jacket

Warn by another with similar hopes and dreams

 

If I could have walked away

I think I would have by now

Its not just another bad week

Im caught in my own little circle

I rain down and strangle the neck of another bottle

 

I live in my own personal asylum

Where I protect those from my own personal ache

I can see the despised living in the shadows in my head

Linger in the absence of the colours of the thunderolls

And kiss the blackness as it cascades down my cheek

 

Im still sitting in the puddle

Im still smiling at the sun

I cannot ignore the truth that lies in a broken heart at my feet

Spilling down the drain