A26 – toilet break

Hidden in black lines of flaws and doors,
There’s a noose to hang up for wanting more.
Away now to white washes of water
to keep me clean.
Starve those who hunger to descend and convene.
Riddled and annexed from an evil call,
Who and what will be standing so proudly tall?

Parked cars and street lighting up my dreams,
Only for a second – I fall not into teams.
But into sides so cold and broken from war.
No meeting to be made only under I’m sure.

To drop and carry my cup of wine
In a mist of debry, no longer shall you shine.
My passion has only so much time to hold.
Look at me, before I die –
How many times do you have to be told?