Thick, black air imitates the ambiance created
by the pissheads and junkies
that i strive to be.
build some light to stand in,
and get seen passing the off switch
to the battery.
all over now,
all over.
i can't see,
broke the light.
i can't feel,
broke the light.
my mind switches off again.
wake up,
again.
feel that urge
to say your last words,
and impress the reader of
your bible.
wish i died for their sins,
wish i felt the terror in their eyes.
wish i dealt back the anger.
wish i hurt a bit more.
pain is the guilt free remedy for watching
the terror in his voice
shake the thick black air,
and rumble in the smoke fueled ambiance
of this black night.
