I don’t wanna wake up
Or hear you anymore
Your voice, it turns
My poetry to songs

But I’m already gone
And what the hell was it all
For; Losing seconds into our psychosis

Goddamn last pack of smokes again
Another whiskey cleanse
But who’s counting anymore?
What hours were spent second-guessing and

Which few lines remained intentionally inconsistent,
Looming, hatefully like a lost blessing?

The jackals now, how courageously they sing
“Baby, I’m just messing”

Forever unchained,
Words of the sane
And now I can’t believe
You’re the one that stayed

Somehow taken under wing
But is it safe?
At 3:52A


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