we are writers of the twisted and the insane,
dancers in the flame
and all that romantic ******* you lose
as you go through the ways of
the world

those who claim
romance are abducted,
blinded and brainwashed
and it is sad.

but we have to move on now. . .

taking steps
leaps of faith
declined payments
the wondrous bills of overdue
the shining hammer of disappointments
the sleepless Monday nights
and the absence of our youth,

onward.

what's left to lose
are those moments
we slothed around a vast amount of time
with death way past our heads,

we have nowhere to go
as we are from a one big
dismantled pack,

we have our own ways
and we do crash
to each
other

and we will always do. .

we outlive our expiration dates

and this is too much
and becoming lame..