Harlem

Today, I just want to cry.
Just let my heart out and deeply sigh.

Under the covers, and fuzzy sheets.
Warm tears running down my cheeks.

Disappointed, Bitter, Down to Grey.
My chest hurt so bad this is fucking cliche.

When I wake up in the morning everything feels the same.
I wished I was a killer to end the game.

Lethargic and Tired, I've slowly become.
Bone dry and dusted slowly into crumbs.

I knew Sex were never loved, to begin with.
I knew Love was never there, to start with.

Silly O' girl the is not bad luck.
Come over baby, a dick for you to suck.

No marks on your body, or bites on your skin.
Will fill my soul or help me win.

Missing my chance, therefore I drink.
Or drinking enough, to miss my sins?

At the end of the day, I'm a hopeless missing piece.
Back to the start, back to Genesis.

Wildest Wolf