Twisted Nostalgia

Do you remember the faces
of all those abandoned buildings,
mocking us
like a metaphor we wanted but could never touch?

& so how we turned to punk & the band that
turned to shit
because we fucked up by being too fucked up
on speed, weed, drink &
the fear
of the stage we were too afraid to admit?
Sometimes,
I miss those days:

There’s a freedom in nihilism
so often forgotten or ignored;

nothing hurts those who believe in nothing
& care only for the comfort of pleasure.

The last man
cannot be turned back after walking the path
for too long.
That place was a contusion upon
the surface of the earth & we
were the worms
crawling in the dirt…

but at least we weren’t alone.

Somehow,
together we created a nostalgia
I can still feel,

& when our mistakes drift away
one day,

they will join the birds

who will sing for us instead.

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