All That Remains Of Yesterdays Wishes

Old flame memories, and game show repeats, viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room, loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat, blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom. Dreams like the remote, corroded to rust, unopened, unpaid, bills sit by the door, surrendered and lost, to despair and dust, no-one levelled up, around here for sure. Each day's an ashtray, of stub filled regret, while moth eaten drapes, block out the world's light, another neat gin, will help to forget, added indifference, towards day and night. The blocked drains and sink, dirty old dishes, all that remains of, yesterday's wishes.