dim lights, sunrise

alley whispers, city lights

one cup, no sugar

in one second, he pulled the trigger

second cup, heavy eyes

silent cries and bleeding skies

third cup, head aching,

heart is numb, yet it's still breaking

fourth cup, mania

poison clinging to your trachea

fifth cup, seconds are only replacements

thoughtless actions, no explanation

sixth cup, 'miss, you should head home'

they say home is where the heart is

but my heart is in a million pieces sir

which one shall I follow?

the stolen ones or the broken ones

I cannot tell them apart

'the last bit you saved in the corner of your heart

when hope was still an option

so go ahead and save yourself

for you are worthy of a million chances'

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