there's a cigarette hanging over there
do you see it?
on the tainted window sill
it disintegrates a little every day
and my heart
it goes with it
there's a phantom sitting over there
do you see it?
resting lethargically,in that chair
words he utters linger every day
yet I could barely
hear him
The place stinks of aging gin
and I've seen all the
furtive glances
I drink the air
it's miasmatic
and I commence with
midnight's dances
The rain has molded my wooden floors
do you see them?
collapsing
the triumph of despair over love has won
can you see him?
advancing
He's now begun his twilight exploits
what a shame
he's been unshackled
but who am I to resist such clout
he's the tyrant
of my conduit of darkness
and when he retreats
i'll oblige him to return
because I thrive off of him
like a ravenous disease
and when we've both done our deeds
i'll embrace narcosis
and let him, plant his seeds
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