As the sun goes,
and the days go by.
Slowly the night comes,
and the wine
dances in my glass.

All the loves,
and the desires
laugh as I scorn
them for trying so hard.

They don't care if I live or die,
but they do care about the
lipstick on their teeth.

The vanity and the plotting
makes me wonder and
assume so many things
as their black velvet
hair flutters in the wind.

Yet I know better as I
leave early behind the
dark night sky,
and beat the siren's call
before the last liquor is
smeared on the empty
bar table below.

04/12/2008

Posted on 04/12/2008
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