disgrace me with your honored palms.
Embrace me with your suicidal tendencies.
Displace me with another digital print.
And release me to my given destiny.

In time we will empower this madness.
Find a key hole in a dark corner.
While you wake asleep a bird is crying.
for your tender lips to shine a smile.

Leftovers from last night's dinner.
Warm around the edges and cold deep inside.
After nights of misunderstanding.
All I got is this self driven fight.

By the time I realise what just happen.
This will all look like a joke.
Maybe it's time for another sitcom.
My life rise to glory as I go sadly broke.

I saw Bukowski today on the street.
Best place to keep a secrete.
Should I too reload my pen?
Maybe I should just start all over.

Again...and again..and again.