Awash.

This room is an empty nest,
Eggs devoured, not hatched.
Bloated bellies, regret.

Say that you're in control of your life.
Is this what you wanted to be?
Your songs make you feel wrong.
Rain innocence upon yourself.

Believe that you are just fine.
You'll feel so alive.
Nicotine, aml,
booze and hot blood -
Awash under the stars.

Too late, tonight, you're gone -
Under darkened lids and darkened hearts.
There's a tease and a will and a walk.
You're gone, too late, tonight.

This head is all too full.
Not of thoughts but of scorn.
Nothing begets nothing.

You're all something.
Eager and empty stares,
Dangerous, sensual snares,
And appetites eternal.

This means nothing.
You want to shout, not whisper.
Time and tide are sweeping you away.
And your lungs are awash.

Believe that you are just fine.
Cover yourself in glory.
There's nothing else left.