Lost a bet.
Disassembling a mistake.
Random collection of self.
Random collection of regrets.
Vacant eyes stare into me.
Muttering words that said.
Alone and cold.
Waiting for that penny to ring.
People passing me by.
People, eye to eye.
Burning cigarettes.
Stealing my breath.
Filling my chest.
Wasting time.
Wasted.
Lullaby for the broken.
No sex.
No love.
No drugs.
No money.
No fun.
And so begins the infinite loop.
