• Sleeping Sun
    Morning Moon
    Stars,
    Here’s looking at you.

    Memories washed
    away with gin
    Now you’ll never
    know where you’ve been.

    Having nothing
    yet
    losig everything.
    How will you know when
    there’s nothing left…

    Loaded Words
    Empty Friends
    Hearing something
    Seeing nothing.

    When will all
    this nonsense
    end