Cynical Indulgent

If my brewer can no longer serve the ego,
Dancing in the neon skies up above its daily outskirts,
I shall forfeit what the world can behold,
And it will no longer be the way it used to be,
When all of the darkness falls in my condescending –
And such as these,
When it all falls down,
I will always lurch at the tip of these words,
To savor you once more with every intellectual sonnets,
Or odes, satires and tragedies,
That even if reality is more than of lying and conviction
Rather than reality itself,
No less than, I have embraced you in my heart
I have seized you in my mind
And it will be forever now it came down upon me,
I will always look at it in my own way,
In my reeling head and in my swirling thoughts;
In this retiring place that I am in,
In this post-modern fad of repeated thoughts,
You will always linger at the realms of my wisdom,
Barging down and surging down like blood
In the veins
In the dirty streets of solitude;
And at the end of the day
When my life feels more than as empty as it seems
It will always be that way,
And actually it has always been that way –
And the catch no longer surprises me,
For the end of the story is always the same,
Sad, lonely, desperate,
Desolate and empty;
For the end of each verse is always the same,
Sad, lonely, desperate,
Desolate and empty.