Fatalism

The lighter’s scritch

Scratches the itch

Of yet another

Nicotine hit

So I flick the switch

And cross the stitch

On yet another day

I didn’t quit

Clear Cut

To be fair

If you did

I wouldn’t need

To confess

As it radiates

From me

Like stale beer

And cigarettes


Emptiness

At one time
perhaps
I would have
said yes

But the
desire now
I no longer
possess

Should you
ever try
your love
to profess

To this
emptiness
inside I
would confess

(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)

Plus Ca Change

So
this
is
it

Lying
in bed
all day
again

Wine
and
cigarettes
my only
friend

I’m so
bored
of this
shit

I
could
make
myself
sick

I
really
am
nothing

But a
nauseating
prick

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