By
Mark Bishop
This
shining globe
this
golden orb is rotten from the inside out
dying for
another fix
another
drop of value from humanities puddle of borrowed time
Absorbed
into the desert of self to quench the heart and wet the tongue
Well I
grow tired of this addiction, of these sponges to oft' wrung
These
melodies just tell of these happy breaks from pain unsung
So I'm
giving up on living because I heard I'm going to die
and I've
said farewell to laughter for I'd so much rather cry
As for
love it's not about me so I find it hard to swallow
but I'd
rather choke on life's full course
than live
and laugh while hallow