It's ironic that
the keys lay scattered
all around the cold
barren floor all around
my feet and all I can
do is admire the
design.

When love and smiles
surround me as blushing
flowers bloom in their
gilding faces.

It's a strange condition
when you are all alone
in a world of empty
promises that seem long
gone and empty bottles
bare no message of hope.

Lately it's gone sadly
when notes seem to
bare nothing but redemption
and sad thoughts as
chords pluck the heart's
string tragically.

Drinking till the hours
burn away with cider
on the mind and all
you have is the core
of your being.

And it comes to
down to you and me,
and mostly me.
Because nothing ends better
when you are doomed in
the conclusion.

02/09/2009

Posted on 02/09/2009
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