Life

Sitting at a bar,

Listening to a piano

In a door, ajar

Life’s beautiful, no?

Drinking water filled with pain

And thinking with a mind filled with disdain

I watch people come and go

Who’ll care if I go?

Suddenly, a virgin corpse

Sits next to me

For words, mumbles

For eyelids, razorblades

For skin, decaying bouquets of air

Her hands cadeveric

Hold a glass that might not be terrific

She talks about absent deities

While I watch for the door, impatiently

My mind in an intellectual freeze

And my soul, in dire agony.

Life is beautiful

Really?

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