TOMORROW WE ARE DUST.

TOMORROW WE ARE DUST.
sneak

She's living for the weekend.
This could be her last.
Fate conspires against her.
The die has been cast.
Like alcoholic glances,
I'm fuelled to the brim.
My every indiscretion -
dedicated to her skin.
Rejection won't deter me.
My confidence is high.
I'm chemically superior -
to any other guy.
I've fixed my own position.
I'm higher than her skirt.
A comfortable distraction -
to stop me getting hurt.
And feelings are irrelevant.
The ignorance of man.
Designed to spread disaster -
just because we can.
Self destruction imminent.
Phantom pregnancy.
A life without a meaning.
Just a carbon copy me.
Born of preconception.
Conceived of pure lust.
A multiple of nothing.
Tomorrow we are dust.

sneak