It was formless, weightless, and faceless
Like a vile scene that plagues the head of an infant,
That year was lighter than the next,
At its dawn I’d soak in gin and sweat,
Forcing 21 lights to spark in my heart
To live each day a little less bitter than the last.
But every time, I would die in a boring class
Or just sitting on the toilet; thinking about Jesus and my girlfriend
These tiny deaths would quicken my flesh,
My spark would drown in my thirst.
Alackaday!!
She rode my fate, I cuddled my fears
For every heartbreak, I’d shed 21 tears
It was crazy to love, crazier to learn
To clench or to leave, to severe or bind
21 cigarettes would narrow your mind.
The new age drank past the broken year,
Gulped all the deaths I’d died 21 times.
The lady beside me awakens, she beheld 21 in a blink.
I chuckled beneath my breath,
’21 was a funny sign’.