Posted by James K on January 18, 2006, at 13:00:51
alarm clock
I can't do this
I'm too sick
again
turn off the clock
turn off the phone
turn off the answering machineput on some music
put on some vodka
put on some ambien
put on some vicodindrink up boys
the beer is cold
and the vodka's frozen
the music is loud
bruce asks me
if a dreams a lie if it don't come true
or is it something worse
richard tells me
I was screaming let me out of here
before I was even born
I'm screaming it's worse
it's worsewhimpering like a beat dog
then there's something about
butcher knifes
then there's something about
the sink
the phone
the sun
the birds
the sirenscying like a beat little boy
if i still could
but the crying stops
and the hurting begins
and it's happening again
poster:James K
thread:600323
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20051205/msgs/600323.html