Early Morning Thoughts
Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy
I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin
And my heart did a swirling spin
There I stood
Alone in a somehow too dismal room
Full of vibrant people
I knew not what to say
So I spent that dismal day
Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom
Thoughts what might happen that day
Thus it went
Years after ever melancholy year
Days after ever gloomy days
Nights of self-induced torture
Months of nightly rancid beer
There it went
Now
I am sitting and thinking
Thoughts so gloomy
I still don't know
Life belongs to the living
Not to the morbid mystic dreamers
Nor the poets dying
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