Dec 2010
Only when I close my eyes to sleep
Do I find a bit of peace.
A slice of peace
A smidgen of peace
A hint of peace
A piece of peace.
No, who am I kidding?
I find no peace in sleep.
I find my peace in a chemical solution
A narcotic dilution
That I bang into my veins
That I slam into my brain.
No, I find no peace in sleep.
I find no peace in sleep.
I find,
No,
Peace,
In,
Sleep.
Do I find a bit of peace.
A slice of peace
A smidgen of peace
A hint of peace
A piece of peace.
No, who am I kidding?
I find no peace in sleep.
I find my peace in a chemical solution
A narcotic dilution
That I bang into my veins
That I slam into my brain.
No, I find no peace in sleep.
I find no peace in sleep.
I find,
No,
Peace,
In,
Sleep.
This piece was written during some of the darkest days in which I was addled with a vicious addiction to ******. In it I was trying to capture, in a simple way, the hell my life had become.
Again this one, as most of my works tend to be, was originally conceived as a spoken word piece. However, I think this one actually may be stronger in it's written form. As always, constructive critique, and criticism are always welcome.
Again this one, as most of my works tend to be, was originally conceived as a spoken word piece. However, I think this one actually may be stronger in it's written form. As always, constructive critique, and criticism are always welcome.
