#foolishypothalamus

[breiybrand]

Poem of the Dope

The glass has been empty

Vermilion sky is dimmin’

Mark of the detriment is still,

Couldn’t be mend by even morphine

I confided my impeccable glass,

But was left wretched and tattered

I am worthy of bunch of rose,

But received piercing thorns instead

I have searched the woods,

Faced the peril, freed by dread

Melancholic nights seemed endless

Got to find myself once again

Fooled by the feigned affection

Of yours over and over

Wanting to gamble once more

And trust you my glass again with no remorse.