What is addiction with absence of drug
What is grey without the presence of white
Days remain hollow with absence of night
When I fell into my absence and knew
Not what to do
I made a can of coffee - smoked a
Cigarette or two This is like a
Hunger - This day is lake a feast
A last supper to materialize the
Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet
She lives in the attic
- A floor in between
My room and the comets -
Of chaos and dreams
I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell
Of morning - where the sound of her
Footsteps can comfort and cure
It takes quite a while to get things
In perspective A bleak, coloured tile
Upon the wall - so pale and objective
But how would I gain from this knowledge
When I know not where to go
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