cold night cold people
---Anonymous

her stealing my thoughts as my rose coloured glasses come off and I see the waste,
always my fault or hers
why can’t we kiss in the middle of it all, for the sake of those who have lost.
this time I don’t even cry for this time is worse.
the last light in the city has gone out and the candle offers no light just agony
as we are all left burning.
~
raul