Oblivion

The tide rises high,
but my spirits lie in wake.

The mourning of a beloved friend,
 whose soul should never have been take.

This little light of mine,
flickers out right.

I can't see straight anymore.

The sleepless nights,
and bubble hearts,
are nothing compared to the love lost.

I sit and wait for the return,
but my bones begin to rattle and shake.

To a world which used to be so great,
housing the mecca of old fashioned love.

Today we'd be lucky to receive eye contact,
but it's likely to be a quick fuck,
before it cheapens your ideas.

There's no business like show business,
until you've been beaten and bruised like a Las Vegas showgirl.

Even then, the ice slowly melts in a lo ball glass,
a cigarette burns in between greedy fingers.

The rug is red and sun damaged,
the drapes hang by a thread.

Night is time to work,
yet no one's ready to play.