Standing hear on the wrong side of tracks , on my arm .
my living hell addiction .
stabbing and searching the needles in vain .
in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to
draw my happiness from .
but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying
corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and
child lonely, lost and alone.
Brian Kieth Benton
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Standing hear on the wrong side of tracks , on my arm .
my living hell addiction .
stabbing and searching the needles in vain .
in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to
draw my happiness from .
but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying
corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and
child lonely, lost and alone.
Brian Kieth Benton
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