Simply older, less desirable.
If i could have given a fuck twenty years earlier ,
to prevent this malaise, 
cinder on your brown locks, 

I pass the time in whiskey and monograms.
I write my name into the ether, but do you reconginze 
any last bit of it?
its a folly, a fallacy to think any of us matter. 

More than a whisper, more than a passing star turn,
what little joy, I killed twenty years prior,
but somehow we just trudge on,
burdened with life, burdened with nostalgia.

a simple conversation, 
if only the ears listened,
and twenty year later,
You define every moment on one distraction,

cold hands, but i want the touch, 
cold hearts, but its all we have left,
cold demons, warmed by liquids, 

and we ask for more, more, more.
eternally yours, to the silent starless night,

a step forward, painful and lonely as it is,
a step forward because my feet cant move back,

getting older, there is only one direction left.