abyss

lonely rooms
defunct water spigots
bright lights blind
and bedside rugs wear threadbare
from honest humble prayers
the get up and go of all that will leave
well that's a sure thing
unloved, beautiful, forgotten people
replaced by monetary, pretty, plastic things
doesn't mean they don't exist
buried but still breathing
kisses intended for loving
lips confessing
leaving dark prints on paper cups
by bathroom sinks
night life drifting
burning despair
here everything but love
catches on fire
sighs and music
2 am forced dreams sink into ethers
of a nowhere blue
where they only know how to wear
darkness
happy to break all the rules
and sink into the abyss
where all you do is feel