should these eyes die
in hungry transition
will you remember
the words
that gave you hope?

passive emotions
paint a wild motif
and create confusion
under the stars
as beautiful depression
aches
for something more
like beer drenched souls
chasing a noble connection

challenged by the gods
hearts are scarred
as submission to karma
fuels this
wretched faith

with a sudden blaze
between
truth and fascination
bodies lack purpose
as sadness screams
for the ultimate fit

and now
as the last glass
is consumed
quietly we remember peace
and reach
for inanimate shapes
in the
lonely
and gentle
night