my last breath

it is cold today, overcast, lonely...the pubs are endless, miles and miles of alcohol filled dreams...they sit and watch football, they sit and dream of better days, they sit and stare at their beers...they dread the outside, the streetlights, lit and stretching on to eternity...they try and forget, forget conception, forget revolution, forget their lovers' vacant unwilling eyes...and tonite i will travel out into the frigid streets, into the dead-eyed masses, my church is this world...my cathedrals are crumbling underfoot along with red-eyed cigarette butts...i am burning down to the filter, i am disappearing like smoke into the air...to float away on a soft winter breeze...and the pure radiant light of beyond is calling me...ready to turn down the bed and ease me into peaceful repose...