Blood knows
No enemies.
Thirst remembers
No friends.
The money you've
Lent is as good as
An address-less
Letter you've sent.
The time you've
Spent with her,
Will turn bitter.
Sleep is on sale,
For the restless
Nights ahead.
Dead are favourites
Of the devil.
The one surviving
Are just tax paying
Cogs of a wheel.
Remind me later,
If you find free air
To breathe.
What's the point
Of living without
A bit of greed?
In the corridors
Of your office.
An unseen enemy
Has let you win.
For all the
Uncommitted sins,
You now douse
Cigarettes butts
On your skin.
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