Lost In Space
I wander alone and feel shame,
The empty Broadway calls,
In the dirty neon streets
Desolation descends, befalls.
I ponder alone and her name
Rabbit punches in my head,
That she writhes in cuckold sheets
With someone else instead.
Nothing is ever the same,
Drink and think the worst,
A temporal pulse it beats
In rhythm and tempo cursed.
I wander lost and grow lame
In spaces yawning wide,
Memory loops and repeats
Tormenting deep inside.
Still, I can manage to claim
I mastered her abyss,
Plucked victories out of defeats
And know now what she is.
In winning he lost the game,
For I took her easy as pie,
He belongs to the queen of cheats
Until he may wise-up and die.
Until then I will remain
Waiting for justice to own
The turning tide she meets
When she reaps everything she has sown.
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