Alex Christman
Caffeine Intoxication
Inspiration from dead elders
and pain put on paper
is worth nothing to no one
but a brand new sunset
is a miracle to no one
but me
windows of black
and walls of white
always appear when an insomniac theater
advertises a caffeine soul
and old hags in black
sing brittle songs
still you throw away the bottle
one blister from your fire
is the window I can't conceal
but your eyes will reflect yourself
never...........
The monster on your wall
whose blood you drink
every sunrise
i'll never be your saint
i'll never be your Father
i'll never be your best friend
when i'm gone
the moon I made will carry
the scars of your passing
scars which adore your joy
and accept my pain
until the next sunset