The remains of the evening
slowly decomposing
Don’t feel so solid anymore
Curling up and dying
Made of sugar
Throw some water,
see me melt
Become a puddle on the ground
That you can wipe away
Cant seem to think anymore
Every turn leads to a dead end
Wordless sleepless senseless
Living without the confines of reality
Unable to fight
Unable to give up
What started with a paperback original
Has now turned into a symphony
An obscure fresco
A photograph in black and white
A tattoo in the air.
Its over, yet
Cant seem to let you go
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