hopelessly motivated lies give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry black skied midnight i have only to delight in my suffering i sit in this chair for way too long waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet i lost my self when i lost you now it s better left in chains than to be free i m cheating on my loneliness tonight with bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate i hear own reflection as it tells me that we cannot give ourselves we are our own am i dreaming i ve got nothing left of you just aphorisms to resort to