"All That's Left"

And when the party's done
and I've had my fun
what will be left to hide?
A snicker here,
a chuckle there
and all that is left is to reside
among measures of mischief
tapered to themselves,
starry street lamps
falling over wooden shelves,
And somewhere there is a barren
wasteland of dreams
where everything seems
to take heed from its wake
and suffer horrific fate
in the cerebral cellar
where it only puts itself at stake.


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