Mourning, Beautiful

Jet
Lights don't flicker, currents in them do
Dust lays down for a final act
Your reflection refuses to shine on through.

Misery is my whore tonight and I've been paying for awhile
Cheap strings can't thrill me, visages none too pleasing
Something is rising up inside me, I'm sure it's not the bile

Call a cab, I'll stick you to the throttle
Wash your face, inhale your tears
You'll always be the bottom of my bottle.

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  • cathiesblogs7/6/2008

    This is very beautiful !..though very sad too !

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