creak of a door
light falls against the floor
a Shadow finds it's way in
there in front of me
I felt you here
in this pitch black room
screech against my window
blackness around
tears have fallen
here I am
this is where my thoughts have wound
down the street
dim lights escape
watching a ghostly street beside me
empty thoughts in my mind
broken pipes all around
a thrown glass now shattered
a cigarette lit
flick of ash
inhale the sweetness
exhale
along the corners
shadows cover my thoughts
now something new on my mind
walking in pajama's
I don't care
just time to be alone
not much of anything
lying on my floor
feeling the coldness from the cement
4:00 in the morning
caught twice
to bad I guess
standing in the blackened room
smell of cigarette
head back to my bed
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