Why can't you feel this?
How i am sinking...right back down
to where the darkness lives.
How tall men and
lipstick-red lies paint my dreams
at night,
instead of sleep.
How the only time
i can feel the cold
is when i lay on the floor,
drooling, with whiskey pouring from
my being.
How the taste of food
is just a grey sky
with sharp clouds.
How i feel myself slipping,
but no one can see me...