Sitting alone with a pen
While the darkness
And night closes in
***** on ice once again
Self medication
Has it's limitation
But then…
What's in a word
Or a glass
For that matter
As I sit on my ***
Contemplating the scatter
Of thoughts in my head
Sometimes I think…
I'd rather be dead
But the stink
When they broke down the door
Was so bad
That they puked on the floor
I'm sorry for the mess
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sitting alone with a pen
While the darkness
And night closes in
***** on ice once again
Self medication
Has it's limitation
But then…
What's in a word
Or a glass
For that matter
As I sit on my ***
Contemplating the scatter
Of thoughts in my head
Sometimes I think…
I'd rather be dead
But the stink
When they broke down the door
Was so bad
That they puked on the floor
I'm sorry for the mess
This one is a bit dark… but sometimes it gets like that
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