Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The only god born for me this day
Is the specter of loneliness
Born of betrayal, solitude and whisky
He haunts me like a shadow
Plagues me like a bad dream.

me
i'm so lonely
even the whisky
won't keep
company.

somewhere
out in the night
she does this or that
probably she sleeps
dreaming this or that
now.

time is a cascade
no river, time.

somewhere out in the
night she sleeps
doing this or that.
time.

I breath these elegiac-airs
always present
(soon or later)
in these days.