Night Cap

 
This ashtray is all astray
 
I am gone with your lack of dignity…
 
These stepping stones seem too rough
 
I am fleeting fast
 
Hurt
 
My killer instants tell me no
 
Yet forbidden is yet to repair
 
I want… I want.. and I want…..
 
I will kneel to the knee
 
And promise a million words
 
Where is my heart?
 
Where have I gone and what have I become?
 
Distrangia… not a word… it is nonsense.
 
We are all strange..
 
 
 
Shall be gay and dance in the moonlight
 
the sun is unforgiving
 
my muse... my muse......

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