Wasteful Serenades

Wasteful Serenades

I serenade these empty halls
When I’m stumbling,far-gone
All alone in the fumes

The affliction lives on
In this warm state of mind

The affliction lives on
In these slothful limbs
At the day’s final hush

When I’m drawn to a halt
And I freely dissolve
In a solitary swig
A low mewl of distress

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