All of it has left me
The women, the friends, the stories
The moon has grown lonely, lately
As I rarely scream at it anymore
Sunken into pages of a bad novel
I am a character
My life has turned into some sad avenue of normalcy
Drinking quietly inside
While the cigarette slowly burns my fingers
My brain can't help itself from
Banging against the side of the house
While I piss on the siding
Inside that apartment awaits
Everything I own, and despise
An ordinary love that sits and waits for death
I am a character
In a bad novel
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