Friday, October 28, 2011

These Drums Go Clink Clink

I can hear it coming for me,

A thundering chaos.

The heat of clashing shields and swords

Is growing closer.

I can remember the last time I watched it approach.

The sound of young lustful eyes

And veterans of love

Both forgetting their nature

In order to ensure

The sensation of a gentle touch

For just one more day.

I will never forget the guilt

That swelled as I watched the mayhem pass,

I mourned for every broken piece of glass

And wept at the burnt remains of habits discarded.

I can hear it coming for me,

An army is rising

And this time I will join the ranks

And fight against sobriety and inhibition.

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