TBC

Entertaining...
Humans, in the physical realm.
The excitement about repetitiveness.

But why?
Each time something repeats in the physical realm,
Is one more moment that is taken...
Ripped away from the depths of one's soul.
At least in this physical lifetime.

Feeling empty, anxious and exhausted.
Almost instantly when the clock stuck twelve.

But why?

To be continued...

Empty Thoughts

Empty thoughts
Haunting me
Echoing in a long dark hallway that is my mind.
Can't quite pinpoint,
Silence.

Slowly
A dull beating
Growing louder
Like footsteps coming closer
Then silenced once again.

Caged,
But exploratory.
I wait,
My mind searches,
And I beg  it to give me wings.

For a moment,
I know the way,
But will I take the path that leads me there?

For survival I must.

Wasted

Get me twisted
Waste my time
On cheap memories
And cheaper wine.

Whiskey Lips

Memories soaked with your whiskey kiss,
Stained lipstick,
Whiskey bliss.

Engaged in your dance of hit or miss,
Let's explore this...
Whiskey bliss

Again let's dance, let's laugh, and trip
Drunken city nights
A whiskey kiss

Your whiskey lips