Musings of a Bitter Man 2

I dressed the sunset
For dark serenades echoed my heartache
My belly shook with the lust for more
Intoxication a bitter sweet gift
Like her kisses that scarred my liver
Scarred me over with cruel intentions
And hopeless nights between her thighs

I never faulted her
Though that scarlet letter well deserved
The stirrings of her labido a sordid gift of past trauma
She always came back though
I don't know why
To watch me cry I figure
The many hands that scraped her over
Only mine could calm her woe
We were in love
I reckon
Well, what we construed love was anyways
We embraced in our ruin
And the filth of it all still excites me so...


I watch the leaves die
Dry and brittle
Dancing on the cracked pavement
In tandem with my own chaos
Hollow in the sunshine, I dredge on
Truly broken
Withered with thirst I quench with gin
A hangovers the cure a drunkard fears
The blossoming bottles to sooth me over
Withered I dance in the wind
No dryer for summer, no worse for wear
Free falling into my own suicide

Written by Thedeadinme
Author's Note
A life well left behind
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