WASTED GLASS
Cold, discarded, ice in my eyes
Veins filled with burnt embers
People hurt, you are out on a wild
Jesting with an idea, keep it hid
Your offers are weak, a wayward valley needs
Spinning round and round, caught in the cross
Seek your own light, click your own switch
A slave no more to your evolving speed
You wasted my glass
You performed, sugar became dull
Your clock will stop ticking, demons love you
Magic and fire turn on each other
Sitting, aged, I will let water flow above my head
The wall is at my feet, wasting my glass no more
A clean floor awaits for me
Drew Frederic