nothin will forgive me
fr wasting dis nites voluptousness
but wat den is greater
marauding its vanquished vanity through eyeballs
dat flicker and battle fr last signs of d nite's sky bliss
consolin each other in silence
or instead watchin its ominous stare
motionless
fuck u beautiful nite
ur ageing and ur dying
wat den is it in the ppl
behind dere veils
discussing in cahoots prosperity of their minds posterity
and homes infused with brief scent of gudness
and warmth of a supper and a breath and a body and two bodies
and so on and on and on
in lifes short and long
till dere graves turn cold and tombstone so jaded of time
wat is it in dem
fuck u too ppl
u gt no life
im alone
lonely ?
naah
somewhere in my alleyways narrow and hazy
all my hopes and dreams lay entangled
lazy too lazy
devoid
of hope and dissapointment
of courage and fear
of pride and ignominy
of integrity and corruptibility
of passion and chastity
empty and bared soul
i lie untanglin them
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