There’s feelings for everyone,
The worst for those who try to disregard them,
Of a loneliness born into our bones.
It is a drink best shared alone.

Cancer without a cure,
Beginning in the middle of the night,
Cuz’ there ain’t no stopping this melody,
Until the job is complete.

And oh, If only you could read my mind,
I’d make you mine,
And together we’d take over this place,
Until the sun rises at the very least.

But I’m sleepin’ and I’m dreamin’
And the future isn’t very clear in this depressed buzz,
But one thing’s for sure as I cry myself to sleep,
I can’t wait for one more beer.

Well that’s how these types of poems usually end,
On a depressing insightful and possibly hopeful note.
But I’m the weirdest man alive, so you’ll just have to deal,
As I continue on my diatribe.
Can you feel the flow I’ve got goin?
It’s bleeding and beautiful, and so sooo sweet.
I’m smelling her heat from here and it is succinct,
It’s telling me ‘take me here cuz’ I’m yours to be taken’.

Oh, when all you see in your past,
Is a life of regrets and misery,
How do you keep going,
Disabled and Distraught with this life?
Self-answering questions; as I put a secretly sad smile on my face,
You ain’t stopping this machine,
Yah, I’m saying it, ******* FATE!