COFFEE TALK

In the palace walk calloused feet I deem my own Hoping to feed my own Clothes on the back Seams, finely sowed Clothes on the back While Cold wind blows Lips are chapped hair is raised Ice is capped, then melted by the rays My cumulus cumulate Cloudy thoughts condensate Summertime Sipping melancholy with a side lime My shirt sticking to my skin what's worse is the ticking of kin One man hearse with a family full of sin Guilt piling up Spilt a provided cup Never even wanted a sip Endeavored and fronted for a trip On a two way road No place to go Meandering aimlessly Bantering shamefully, for I'm a Person with needs You're always rambling about personal needs What's that have to do with me I've been deflated, excavated, executed But I'm choosing The better path The righteous Avoid the wrath And crisis Living a day at a time The man's feet beat to the chime You're Tryna beat me to the line I'm a raven I'm a Poe You can Add the T Claiming you don't know Yet you shy your face from me Trying to intervene, I beg you let me breathe Citrus sour cynic Witness power mimic Gain a position Strain your ambition It's plain repetition I've been going for so long Strife within and loathing where could I go wrong Where could I go wrong Damp and numb Lays the scum He let his eyes melt Looked at the world now he feels what I felt Rabid, foaming at the mouth An animal, questioning its routes Dreams turn to illusions No work, no conclusion Instability and infidelity One I hold dear The others my biggest fear I wouldn't want to, but what if I do I've made decisions I regret Now I sit here in this silence trying to forget You are my downfall, said the man to the mirror