in a table, we sit
we all laugh, we all sin
the dish is regrets
and the plate is all but pretends
the fork is the spoon
and the glass was filled too soon
so we drank bottles of fantasies
mine was you sitting next to me
the knife holds anger
and you sit across me
should i cross the line
and stab you to wake?
pain is our water
and we can't live without it
so i stood up and pondered
"when will we start the feast?"
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
in a table, we sit
we all laugh, we all sin
the dish is regrets
and the plate is all but pretends
the fork is the spoon
and the glass was filled too soon
so we drank bottles of fantasies
mine was you sitting next to me
the knife holds anger
and you sit across me
should i cross the line
and stab you to wake?
pain is our water
and we can't live without it
so i stood up and pondered
"when will we start the feast?"
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