Once again

i have neglected
My writing

I have lost
my
rouge muse

A tragedy
Or an epic?

...



The bone cold
Winter nights

A digital fix
Now and again

A creature I miss
A creation I made

Lonesome satire
Banter

And addiction
Calmed by only one thing

I miss warmth
All I get is cold

The winter of
Our discontent

A flick
Barely a bic

Trust?
Bet?


Strange happenings
Replaced by strange creations

Photoshopped life?
Posted to /soc/

Never
Original content

Too much to
Expect?
Want.

Maybe addiction
Maybe luck

 What a waste
My mind that is.