Its true pain inspires my poetry
And tonight I have another confessioan to make.
Brandishing the knife by the kitchen sink Sometimes,
I'm okay putting my life at stake.
Living in an old city that doesn't feel familiar,
Meeting thousands of people, but calling a friend none.
The pillowtalk here is a snob story of sobs,
That's just a night among thousands of one.
Tonight my pen bleeds of rage fuelled by angst,
Tired of a people-specific world in general.
Buried in paperwork is my favourite place to be,
Coz my home is reduced to ashen material.
I cherish my drafts and they appreciate my workmanship,
The lone lioness in the hunt for love.
I find none though in this jungle of vile whispers,
They awe at my walls of gold, who knows about the lonely alcove?
Each time I try i am wounded worse,
So i am turning this heart into stone.
They say it will all pay off in the end,
For success comes to those who walk alone. ...
Cheers to success! May the heart rest in peace!
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