2004-05-27 - 2:12 a.m.
sitting in the filth
during that distant time
waiting for that girl
to come and see me
i would write things
lustful, groaning
verses about her
and her graces
and her curses
the empty bottles would sit
in the corner of the room
waiting to be joined by others
of their kind
and all i can think of tonight
far removed from the fitlh
is that girl
and her graces
and her curses
