At this late hour I think,
elude and expose myself.
In my fingernails, the scraps
of reality that I can scratch.
I'm inebriated, stopped.
I fight against what I favour
and I smile in sight of sadness.
I resign when the battle is won.
When my own luck brings me
nothing but sweet misfortune,
only you have the strength,
the spirit to keep me up.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:32 AM UTC
At this late hour I think,
elude and expose myself.
In my fingernails, the scraps
of reality that I can scratch.
I'm inebriated, stopped.
I fight against what I favour
and I smile in sight of sadness.
I resign when the battle is won.
When my own luck brings me
nothing but sweet misfortune,
only you have the strength,
the spirit to keep me up.