Mornings always broken
Icicles form in flame
I'm doing the foxtrot
In razor blade rain.
Afternoon then arrives
Drugs have kicked in
All things being unequal
A symphony of din.
Darkness has fallen
Time will not rhyme
I'm waiting for midnight
With a six o'clock chime.
Mornings always broken
On a pillow of glass
Why doesn't the sun
Shine out of my ****?