One for the world's treachery,
dreams they are and dreams alone.
Two for the listless night,
the silence and its embrace.
Three for the games i lost,
rekt is my own name.
Four for the loving friends,
with their refrains constant.
Five for the women on the street,
their smiles and gestures beckon.
Six for the chair squeezing me in,
uncomplaining, untiring and supporting.
Seven for the memory loss,
or block, i forget which.
Eight for the pillow,
kissing my face goodnight.
Nine for the wall,
which deserves the glass i throw.
Another daylight refused.
dreams they are and dreams alone.
Two for the listless night,
the silence and its embrace.
Three for the games i lost,
rekt is my own name.
Four for the loving friends,
with their refrains constant.
Five for the women on the street,
their smiles and gestures beckon.
Six for the chair squeezing me in,
uncomplaining, untiring and supporting.
Seven for the memory loss,
or block, i forget which.
Eight for the pillow,
kissing my face goodnight.
Nine for the wall,
which deserves the glass i throw.
Another daylight refused.