Sad Saturday Soliloquy

Druggies have dreams
and lovers are alone
we all are mourning
what we never had
what we never will

My veins silently carry
a slag of broken
hopes desires
the residue of highs
into the throbbing void
for a refill of forgiveness
cast into forgotten pits

That is the stuff
my friend
you and I are made of
the lies we project

Go ahead, I know you're itching to say it...

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