Midnight’s Wreckage

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Drastic words
Are slurred
They slide away

Fleeing without thought
Seeking refuge
Where none can be found

Foul-mouthed
Destitute
Alone, he paces and raves

Spiraling
Swirling into his own oblivion
A babbling headcase
Marooned to his contorted bouts of rage

The scorched brew
Steams maniacally
Conjuring past reveries
Once dormant
Now jolted alive

Night after night
The refrain hails supreme
Kept in endless brooding
Uncouth, unkempt and frayed

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