alms.

walking right beside no one,
placed with everyone being placed.
the free only last so long to binge
this time,
this night.

have you guessed of relapse you age.
being broke, broken..
one is the other to blame
have you heard of something clear..
the fullest yet to come closer,
a glutton, a starved, only in the bounded foreseeing
lying behind a glass window
begging not to beg.

fingers discolored from smoking cigarettes
alms she is armless.
it is tuned to a morning, a mourning
you awake forgetting
what time you slept,
what time
is it..

drained, the exhaustion coincides.
just maybe you would lose yourself
perhaps not to sorrow,
not to talk much,
think of failing to be hurt.
the mobility to disrupt
a blood-lined hate
someone should pray,
it wouldn't be the same.
death would be friendly; so gruel,
so needing to be clenched
i can taste it so near.

it comes to me that i might rest.
not yet.
never wanting,
my pulse is racing
in tempo to a flat tire at 29 km/h.

moon.

soul.

with each i would think,
my arms would repeat this feed
only you..


it is only you
i would dwell emotion, my disarray
as it is of any.
where are you?
and
you are always..


the need my friend.

i would always be to serve,
oh what i'd do to you bravely.

mistake.

drunken as my love,
wreath of your sins going to behold
needing
the breath so divine.

how are things i ask to this waste so divine,
and all i can think of what is blithe,
where have you been all my life,
kill to what is of you feel you behold
here in this;
sordid a place would you ask of home,
a bringer of such
the need is you take so broken.
only to partake the schedule
it is already taken.

wait.
the next is what maybe mistaken....