Wastrel

Yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque - though 
it's just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and 
fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it 
was nothing - i don't know if she even lives, but you: - and i never was in 
need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape - not like they 
who say it in today's fashion - now you know what's going on with me - 
trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - 
i'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year - with 
a curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the 
welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers