Decided to kick the mirror in today
seven more years of a lifetime of misery
seems shallow in retrospect
smashed the salt shaker
danced in the dervish scuffed by
my feet
kicking it as if it were dust
and luck is nothing more than a boot print
primed in the lament of failure
walked under a ladder
staring up at the obtuseness of triangles
and what they mean in the relationship
to a consciousness that has fallen by the wayside
into the disrepute of hedonism
inhale the nihilistic approach
of running a-foul of black cats
whilst howling at the full moon
and still I miss the sound of your voice
the timbre that melts the melancholy
and revives the fact that I can feel alive
now its simply the sound of raining glass
seven more years of a lifetime of misery
seems shallow in retrospect
smashed the salt shaker
danced in the dervish scuffed by
my feet
kicking it as if it were dust
and luck is nothing more than a boot print
primed in the lament of failure
walked under a ladder
staring up at the obtuseness of triangles
and what they mean in the relationship
to a consciousness that has fallen by the wayside
into the disrepute of hedonism
inhale the nihilistic approach
of running a-foul of black cats
whilst howling at the full moon
and still I miss the sound of your voice
the timbre that melts the melancholy
and revives the fact that I can feel alive
now its simply the sound of raining glass