It's hot in this room..
Somehow uncomfortably hot.
I don't know if it's because of cocaine
Or because i am downstairs
In someones basement full of unknown people,
So alone and unbelievably rude
To every bright moment.
I'm behind mirrors,
Behind all these unhappy people
With smiling faces
And uncontrolled dance moves.
And i know it's gonna end sooner than i think it will.
I am gonna be cold tomorrow,
Morning will be hard, i wont be able to open my eyes first 20 minutes of being awake.
Dark will choke me, coffee will feel like i'm eating shit
And you will be back.
But now it doesn't matter.
I will take another,
I will vomit on the toilet floor
And i won't think of you a couple of more hours.
Fuck you.
YOU ARE READING
The bottomless
PoetryChosen poems of lost people, unforgettable memories and some brilliant but miserable thoughts that kept me awake some nights.
