October 21, 2017

  • Henry you danced like a wooden Indian.

    I'm going nowhere
    but I'd like to escape
    This mess, this torture
    public humiliation
    If only I could explain
    I just want a deep, dark hole
    some place to hide until its finished
    I want to be able to sleep at night
    this is just a figure 8
    looping back around to the same
    problems, shit, redundancy
    at its finest
    I can barely move
    this spot is warm and safe
    unbuckled my seat belt
    smoked cigarettes until I choked
    until there wasn't a single one left
    There isn't enough
    and there isn't really any
    The last bit was consumed
    why can't I be left alone?