Jan 2019
Riding back home from my short lived adventures,
into the dark oblivion.
The starry night holds no promise of a restful sleep.
I am returning to my pain that I cannot seem to escape,
that dance behind the curtains almost teasing me
till I fall into an almost fitful sleep,
where my demons come engulf me yet again.
into the dark oblivion.
The starry night holds no promise of a restful sleep.
I am returning to my pain that I cannot seem to escape,
that dance behind the curtains almost teasing me
till I fall into an almost fitful sleep,
where my demons come engulf me yet again.
Lost. These sentences may not make sense to you but make perfect sense to me as I relate a scene from my life. Time to light up another joint...
