Aphorisms

Hopelessly motivated lies

Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry

Black skied midnight

I have only to delight in my suffering

I sit in this chair for way too long

Waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet

I lost my self when I lost you

Now it's better left in chains than to be free

I'm cheating on my loneliness tonight

With bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate

I hear own reflection as it tells me

That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own

Am I dreaming?

I've got nothing left of you

Just aphorisms to resort to