Warm day, cold thoughts.

Watching the world pass by through
dazed eyes, dazed mind.
Muted lips, muted dreams,
it seems I’m stuck in a state of drunkenness.

Lip service, endless lies,
wisps of deceit trailing the breakdown of
my sanity, my serenity.
Constantly stumbling and fumbling.

One more sip, one more hangover,
no turning back, no more laughter.
The yellow brick road has shattered
along with True Love’s existence.


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