What is addiction with absence of drug What is grey without the presence of white Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence and knew Not what to do I made a can of coffee - smoked a Cigarette or two This is like a Hunger - This day is lake a feast A last supper to materialize the Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet She lives in the attic - A floor in between My room and the comets - Of chaos and dreams I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell Of morning - where the sound of her Footsteps can comfort and cure It takes quite a while to get things In perspective A bleak, coloured tile Upon the wall - so pale and objective But how would I gain from this knowledge When I know not where to go
