Hopelessly motivated lies
Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry
Black skied midnight

I have only to delight in my suffering

I sit in this chair for way too long

Waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet
I lost my self when I lost you


Now it's better left in chains than to be free

I'm cheating on my loneliness tonight

With bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate
I hear own reflection as it tells me
That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own


Am I dreaming?


I've got nothing left of you
Just aphorisms to resort to