War and peace,
meaningless meets.
Feeding your sorrow
like there is a tomorrow-
Standing alone,
chiseled in stone,
covered in red,
like jam on bread-
I'm not looking up-
it's really bad luck.
Royal darkness in the sky-
how will we get by?
An orange awaits,
citrus flavorful tastes,
under the tree
just wait and see...
grab my hands-
leave the bands!
My only living friend,
it's almost the end.
pull me away
today, today, today
the barrel of belongings
is now an ashtray...
That “meaningless meets“ part hit home