It began like a revelation:
Clouds peeling back to ****** the supernova.
The songs, the recitations, the memories—
Incantations.
Look at that black hole in your chest
Sipping at me like a rusted golden chalice.
Six more.
Drinking songs at an unfamiliar dive bar in heaven.
I was holding nothing.
I am performing for no one.
My head aches in this lonely tavern
Where neon signs are the only halos left,
And spilled beer smells like patchouli.
The bar napkins and ***** mirrors—holy relics.
The rituals here are louder than Don’t Stop Believing.
There are strange, noir angels
Singing karaoke to the darkness,
And I sometimes wish we were as real as my loneliness-
That loneliness-
The hangover of my youth
We all dared to be loved
before this place discovered us
The bar at the center of this urban universe
Always closes.
The silence clings to the effervescent spirits
Disguised as patrons,
Leaving them to embrace strangers
In a desperate, unusual prayer.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:44 PM UTC
It began like a revelation:
Clouds peeling back to ****** the supernova.
The songs, the recitations, the memories—
Incantations.
Look at that black hole in your chest
Sipping at me like a rusted golden chalice.
Six more.
Drinking songs at an unfamiliar dive bar in heaven.
I was holding nothing.
I am performing for no one.
My head aches in this lonely tavern
Where neon signs are the only halos left,
And spilled beer smells like patchouli.
The bar napkins and ***** mirrors—holy relics.
The rituals here are louder than Don’t Stop Believing.
There are strange, noir angels
Singing karaoke to the darkness,
And I sometimes wish we were as real as my loneliness-
That loneliness-
The hangover of my youth
We all dared to be loved
before this place discovered us
The bar at the center of this urban universe
Always closes.
The silence clings to the effervescent spirits
Disguised as patrons,
Leaving them to embrace strangers
In a desperate, unusual prayer.