The Downward Spiral
We met by chance in a noisy low lit place,
the music was loud and I couldn't see a face.
We were quiet types but we hit it off straight away,
you seemed intrigued by what I had to say.
You came home with me and stayed awhile,
but then you left with a wave and a smile.
The next morning was just like any other day,
shower, breakfast, and a grindstone for pay.
For the next few days you never entered my thoughts
but then one night I drunk more than I ought.
You emerged from the shadows and we met again,
it was then I realised that we both felt the same.
You were pleased to see me and I to see you,
and there was no doubt what we should do.
We slept together and when I awoke you'd gone,
leaving me with little to think upon.
Throughout the day I began to feel funny inside,
a feeling like love that wouldn't subside.
I thought that you and I were meant to be,
and I wanted you to be a part of me.
After knocking off work I got changed and went out,
I knew I would find you somewhere about.
You were at the place where we met before,
but how you knew I'd be there I wasn't sure.
We resumed to where were the previous night,
but some how we got drawn into a bar-room fight.
I can't remember what was actually said or why,
but I do know that I had a massive black eye.
The very next evening we met up once more
and again people were fighting on the bar-room floor.
This time the police came and took us all away
and put us in a cell until the light of day.
I must have been sleeping when you got released,
you left me to face a charge of disturbing the peace.
You'd changed my life and I had no money to spend,
I couldn't go on like this, but I could see no end.
Your feelings for me will always be the same,
but you're not capable of suffering pain.
The time of the day has no effect on you,
you always look the same whatever you do.
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poem by Orlando Belo
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