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Hope Nov 2018
Someone passed
Wrap them in a bag
Send them through the door
Send them in a room with teary eyed broken souls

Cut each and everyone deep with words
Silence them with light
Cry with hope
Sing to me a bitter sweet lullaby

Wrap me in Jesus's arms
Let him take me home
Show me the light at the gate
Show me my child
Send her in my arms

Sweet Nicole she cries
Small baby girl
Her beautiful angel
Her ray of light that gave her hope in the dark

Her angle in the passing light
Hope Nov 2018
Someone passed
Wrap them in a bag
Send them through the door
Send them in a room with teary eyed broken souls

Cut each and everyone deep with words
Silence them with light
Cry with hope
Sing to me a bitter sweet lullaby

Wrap me in Jesus's arms
Let him take me home
Show me the light at the gate
Show me my child
Send her in my arms

Sweet Nicole she cries
Small baby girl
Her beautiful angel eyes
Her ray of light that gave her hope in the dark

Her angle in the passing light
Her angel hidden in plain sight
Hope Nov 2018
With the lady in my veins I'm feeling kinda strange
Falling in and out of consciousness
Think the lady wants my brain

My brain is a blob of mush
Nothing but the lady in my brain
To make me go insane

Insane like a bunny in a cage
Insane like my brain
But the lady keeps me sane
Makes my head twirl
sets me in a whirl

My hands shake
Ears ring
Clocks tick tick ticking
Body rocking back and forth
Soon needing another fix

Another fix
Another useless vein
Another drop and I'll be fine

Another sip of liquor
Help me forget
Let the day slip away

Away in another ambulance
Away to another rehab
A place that keeps me real
Out of sight

Out of light

Away from hope



Needing the lady in my vein

To rock me forth and back

To make the clock keep tick tick ticking

To make me pace back and forth

To lay numb on the floor



The floor wrapping around me

Sinking into the stale carpet

Vials of the lady surrounding me

keeping me happy



Nothing like this can be forgotten

The relief I feel when

the rush hits my veins

The need for the lady in my veins

To sweep me off my feet

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