He dresses quickly
Though he knows not what for
With no where to be, he creeps
slowly across the linoleum floor
Dwelling despised; he drowns
In coffee always
Black
The bitter elixir stings his throat
Keeping him wired for reasons unknown
And as he looks through
The window's covered face
He sighs
What a terrible pleasure to be alive
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
He dresses quickly
Though he knows not what for
With no where to be, he creeps
slowly across the linoleum floor
Dwelling despised; he drowns
In coffee always
Black
The bitter elixir stings his throat
Keeping him wired for reasons unknown
And as he looks through
The window's covered face
He sighs
What a terrible pleasure to be alive
