listen to your own advice
done dirty the time of thrice
3 fold law - remember, it's nice!
you get what you give
but not the chance to live
at least without the heavy burden
of past's regrets
lingering scent
it's curious to me that you made your bed
yet you refuse to lay in it, instead
exhaustion will claim your head
plead for you to sleep until it's up-fed
you'll have no choice, you'll crack
land on the floor, exhausted head with a smack!
and wonder 'why did I let myself slack?'
i hope you're blissfully ignorant of the remnants
in your bed, still sitting and waiting for your return
you promised you'd come back
for I've always said that
it's easier to sweep the ashes of your sweet despair
off the cold hard ground
than brush remains of former self
from the pillows of bitter resignation