Two hours sleep
in seventy-two hours,
dizzed up in an empty pub
alcopops and cigarettes.
It's back,
is it back? Or just ****
It's the fog,
on my chest, panicky
and lonely sounding
a fog horn
lost amongst everything
no one cares, no one gives a ****
or is that just the drugs?
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Two hours sleep
in seventy-two hours,
dizzed up in an empty pub
alcopops and cigarettes.
It's back,
is it back? Or just ****
It's the fog,
on my chest, panicky
and lonely sounding
a fog horn
lost amongst everything
no one cares, no one gives a ****
or is that just the drugs?
