Crowd rushes forward
surging
and back
blaring horns to battle
and gasping doom
swarthed blades
screaming metal
thunderous applause
raucous madmen
best concert ever

Rainbow parking lot oil stains
After the rain
staring at the washed asphalt
and my fingers go numb
wondering how the hell
and why so sad
another long drag
so much for
trying not to be bitter

And it faded to a dull ache
never quite leaving
never quite the same
a permanent grey cloud
over our collective landscape

I'm kinda on that boarder
between tipsy
and really drunk
maybe a couple more
to obliterated
it's not making me feel better

Layed on the floor
breathing was shallow
too weak to have more
and flustrated about it

I went about my day
with my intestines and stomach
so tight
I had swallowed rocks
boulders
exhausted
shaking
nauseous
went home early
there was no way I could function
so I used the rocks
to drown myself
in a bottle

What the hell is normal
anyways
everyone's running around
with these terrible secrets
so devastating
keeping it in
making them alone and
disconnected
that phone off the hook noise