I sit alone and my muse is not
Red glows the end of my cigarette
In the dark I sit again
Focusing on the nothing before me
I flick unseen ash nonchalantly
Thoughts mix with acid and spin
Scratch at my forehead with thumb
I reach with my other hand
A half drunk mug of none
Lights dance in the distant haze
Marking time so slowly with me
Focus slightly smeared as I view
Tears smudge the rising sun
Another day I live to see
Another day I live to die
As blood of my blood stays on skin
Rust coats my wrists, begin
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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