Evening for a narcoleptic

Another perfect evening all alone in my head,

Just having a drink, on my back, in my bed…

The wetness outside makes the stars look so dead,

There’s only one light left, the darkness shall spread…

I taste my defeat in this crowded white dust…

My passion is boredom, my illness is lust…

The round shape of cure is the death i can trust

And make of what’s left here the most, as I must.

My goodness…is this what you wanted to see?

Now, are you convinced? Yes darling, it’s me…

But please, come inside, lay here gracefully,

Take all of your clothes off and blow my mind free.



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