In this drunken thirst
A salivating dry throat
A hungry gorge
Of controllable rage
A subtle outburst
Sleeping pills in a fist
An empty mind feasts
Resting on deep sleep
Escapism it seeks
Lonely noise it speaks
In crowds of genotypes
Impossible to find his type
In this still dance
A wasted chance
Music to deaf ears
Melody to numb fears
A tissue to dry tears
Glasses to empty eyes
In this drunken fest
A sober state
Break cable cut
Driven in a straight line
In the opposite lane
How long do we have?
A cracked lens concave
Categories:
genotypes, cry, emotions,
Form: Rhyme