Glass half empty

[billy]

high RC. i think it's a bit wordy and half full
try not to say the conventional pharses like coal blak space.
let us use our imagination.

coal black where time tapers
to silence; some say it's piece

Coal-black space where time tappers off to tapers, i'd also suggest moving [to] to the next line

silence. Some would say that "It is peace." i'd suggest [silence; some would say "It's piece"]

There are no more roads to travel and very no need for [very] and [and ] could be [or] why not something like [all roads are travelled] make the statement hard. take it a little more away for frost's poem.

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly i like this line it has life in it

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting. no need for [it is just]