Early Morning Thoughts

Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy
I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin
And my heart did a swirling spin

There I stood
Alone in a somehow too dismal room
Full of vibrant people
I knew not what to say
So I spent that dismal day

Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom
Thoughts what might happen that day

Thus it went
Years after ever melancholy year
Days after ever gloomy days
Nights of self-induced torture
Months of nightly rancid beer
There it went

Now
I am sitting and thinking
Thoughts so gloomy
I still don't know

Life belongs to the living
Not to the morbid mystic dreamers
Nor the poets dying