Unpolished

broken gamble

tick tock clean intentions
counting countless inventions
of the mind where you can find
the only light which could blind
eyesight stolen swiftly
eardrums break nonchalantly
disguised in olden lies
his penchant to memorize
his curses all rehearsed
the bad jokes all dispersed
clamoring to be touched
until his body says too much

hang your soul on the coat rack
this kind of night will burn them as a stack

bring your monster to the table
will butcher his feet to welcome the daylight

close your eyes, and slit your lungs
let the cold wind fill you with drunk melancholy

savor the taste of your lost company
tomorrow breaks the unevenness of hearts