Monday, January 11, 2016

New Year


The calendar’s changed,
When will life?
Why I wonder,
Is hope still alive?

The grey inside,
Has turned black,
Of time and thoughts,
I have lost track.

Insatiable, This thirst,
Will perhaps never die,
Downing drinks all night,
I wait for time to pass by.

Experiments with love,
Show no desired result,
The ones with lust,
Failed the worst.

Consumed by our own selves,
Sucked into the void of our lives,
The good times are gone,
Only darkness thrives.

Why pretend then,
Why to greet?
Fuck the new year,
Spare me the Bull shit.
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