Wandering dark streets again

Pain and stinging rain again cutting into me like a thief

Bleeding self disgust into my coffee cup

Stirring up emotions brown sugar days a coming

I’m listening to my heart pounding table tops

Sounding out Chuck Berry

You never can tell

But none the less promises of glass lie shattered

Blood splattered and torn into a thousand shards

Broken into pieces

Take a look you can see right through me

Now that’s agony

Agony For sure