Junkies And Whores

You sleep so still

And after everything

We claim to have forgiven

The no return

Was 12 returns ago

And every one the last

This

Time

I swear - Did you really believe that?

I know these words

These sounds I recognise

And shapes all too familiar

The saddest thing;

A point to recognise;

All reasons and excuses;

Well they are, I fear, as pathetic as are your own

I am

We are

Sadly

Too far

The line we had drawn before is thinning out

Too far, gone

We need

No more

Junkies and

Whores

The line we had drawn before has disappeared

Too far gone

You sleep

So still

You'll sleep through everything...