/lit/ - Literature

Under the darkening sky the city roars
in the club tonight I sit abandoned
a man made of stone amongst the lovers
You can hear the people, the young, and the life

swaying in the ruins under the dance hall lights
numb to anything and searching for distractions
i think of home where its dull and warm
another night in the same empty bed

a man and his lover pass me by
tormenting me to misery
when she is alone in bed at night
does she remember me