True Angels

Bitter and fat, with all dreams drained away.
No more hope that a better tomorrow will come.
Passion has been replaced by complacent appetite.
Dreams by flickering internet and musical laments.
Love by attachment to anyone who can pass the time.
 I sit alone as the sun comes up, drinking tea, blank in mind.
I remember staying up all night with her, talking, scheming.
We were going to win and be above it all, true angels.
We were going to show them all what for.
 Sleepless night, empty visions and restless anger.
Once, it seemed all this anger would do some good.
Once, I welcomed late hours and the cold of the dark.
Once, I thought I’d be real, and that I could give love.

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