Cold Coffee & Cigarettes - NothingMature

Nothing
By Mooky Blaylock

Floating steps of every word
Standing on the edge preferred
The eyes have seen the things I've done
But somehow not what I've become

Repeating motion. Slight of hand.
Black of coffee up and down again

Floating footsteps. Hollow world.
Contemplating days of birth
as one and one has flung the gun
straight hand trembles to a rolling drum

Repeating motion. Slight of hand.
Black of coffee up and down again

And it's the meaning that gets left behind
Benevolence from being blind
Excuses designed and redefined
That always floats the frame of mind

Repeating motion. Slight of hand
Black... nothing...
Nothing but rain descends

The End

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