SOLACE

Darkness
Black window shades
Drawn tight
Hiding in the shadows
No light
No moonbeams shining down
No sunshine smiling
On my face
The cold air of solitude
The cold air of lonliness
Is company enough

STOP

Green paper
Folded neatly
No to wrinkle and look used
And unwanted
Prizes and rewards for work
Done (well or not)
I can buy these things
I can buy a smile
From the guy on the corner
I can buy a dream
From that girl over there
I can buy a temporary soul mate
I think that man is for sale

STOP

Smoke moves
And dances around my head
Tiny vines of white
Cloud-like
String climb
To the ceiling
I inhale it
I become it
This smoke fills my lungs
Fills my soul
With the warmth
Of forgotten dreams
And further forgotten embraces
I remember you
And our happiness
Every time I inhale
This death

STOP

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