I am a disposable unit, I'll play the game then be gone.
Am just number,
In a endless march
Gone wrong.
A piece of degradable garbage, a slum tenement,  forgotten.
A new build replaces the old, the old just memories that shall soon see the last dawn .
It's just an ongoing process of processing old for new , morning then night , now yesterday no more .
Am a flash in the pan , a swan vesta, fuel in your car . I hope  I'll  be remembered for just who I am . X

The pessimistic times of solitary emptiness
Hopefully
Open up
The
Next extreme
Bout of
Happiness

Wealth  Wealth  wealth
And the constant Need for it , I could have it all , all that it gives, but place me in an empty room within my mansion of greed filled dreams,
I am still left unfulfilled
With the same inner thoughts
With nothing
Much changed

You write your whole soul on a
piece of paper , only to discard it in the bin moments later , move on try again   open your innermost thoughts trying to  get it down .
This whole process can leave you bare and empty
Emotionally drained , spent , struggling for rent
Food and the
Essential
Substances
That push the pen

I miss the summer freckles on your face , your chorus like voice
Upped
My pace .
The scent you gave off, when you  graced my place ,
I'll be forever waiting
For these days again .
Memories are just a part of time , but our Memories
Keep me in line .
The freckles on your face , the scent that still won't fade,
Just about keeps me by your side

It really was the most unpleasant of days,  my close friend had had enough.  Well he hadn't but his body called time up . It was winter 96 , he had no family as such just the bums the port wine eternity the poor ladies of the night .
The paupers funeral was attended by very few , the cold that day probably took a few more empty souls . I stood front and centre said my final goodbyes then proceeded to the nearest liquor store bought an quart of white port an eighth the cheapest whisky and indulged my sorrows on the coldest of that empty winters day

Sunday always with
Monday
Playing
On
My mind
Tuesday
Ain't
Getting
Better
Mid
Week
Wednesday
Leveling
Out
Just
Fine
Thursday
Came
And
Went
The
Time
Not
So
Much
Playing
On
The
Friday
Coming
Round
Guess
It's
All
Worked
Out fine