Another
day
Another
pill
Will
this
one
make
me
Feel
less
ill?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Another
day
Another
pill
Will
this
one
make
me
Feel
less
ill?
At
first
light
in the
morning
Just
as a
new
day is
dawning
The
birds
issue
their
final
warning
And
the
tears
from
my eyes
start
pouring
I
listen
to all
the words
you say
And my
pain
slowly
ebbs
away
How do I give you up
My drug of choice
You don’t stand a chance
Whispers a voice
If I
could
be
Who
you
want
Me
to
be
Perhaps
then
we
Would
both be
happy
Get
me
to
the
church
on
time
I
need
to
claim
who is
rightfully
mine
They
say
you’re
not on
your
own
But
it
certainly
feels
like
it
Over
time
they
all
fade
away
While
you’re
still
wading
through
shit
We
really
should
not
be
here
I’ve
known
this
from
the
start
And
now
you
wanting
me to
stay
Does
nothing
but
break
my
heart
Happy
Birthday
to you
I hope
you
have
fun
I didn’t
send you
a card
Because
you don’t
deserve
one
Please
can
you
come
back
She
begged
I’ll
get
down
on my
knees
But
you
told
me
you
didn’t
want me
He
said
So I
thought
you
would be
pleased
It’s too
quiet
for my
liking
I don’t
think
I can
cope
This
lonliness
is
striking
In a
world
devoid
of hope
‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
So is this it
Do you think
Humankind
On the brink
Of utter demise
Total collapse
Never to see
Another sunrise perhaps
Or will we live on
For another chance
To think and to dream
Whilst our souls advance
You only
wear
that
leather
jacket
To
give
you
somekind
of mystery
But I
can see
straight
through
you
After
all,
we
share
a history
Seriously,
He said,
That was funny.
Can’t you just crack a smile?
Wait a minute,
She said,
While I remember how.
It’s honestly been a while.
‘Distill the life that’s inside of me…’
‘I think I’ve reached that point…’
All
I
do
Is sit
and
wait
My
wretched
mind
Spilling
its
hate
My
decrepit
body
Heaving
its
last
A
bloated
reminder
Of good
times
past
One down,
A thousand to go.
This shit is harder
Than it looks,
You know.
The
pressure is
on to find
meaning
In
this so
called life
of mine
But I
just can’t
help but
feeling
That it’s
a total
waste
of time
One scar
Two scar
Three scar
Four
It’s not a problem
I suppose
To add
A couple more
A year
can change
a person
I know
my brain
is fried
Ah,
what’s
the point
Who
am I
kidding?
I was
fucked
before
he died
Still here
Still sore
Still hoping
For more
Your
smile is
appealing
Your
humility
endearing
I can’t
help but
feeling
You’re
not
going
home
alone
This
evening
Am I over
tired
Or am I just
plain sad
Am I far
too wired
Or simply
going mad
Does it
really matter
For I think
we can deduct
That as I can’t
stop this chatter
Either way
I’m fucked
Don’t
say
anything
elseHe
saidPlease
just
hold my
handI’ll
stay for
as long
as I canShe
saidThen we
draw a
line in
the sand
Music
playsAs
I lieIn
a hazeOn
our bedWithout
you
I’m
feeling
quite
happy
today
Most
things
are
going
well
Surely
it’s
only a
matter
of time
Before
I’m sent
straight
back
to hell
‘….So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight…’
Morrissey
Some days
your hand
fits
perfectly
in mine
Our love
flows freely
and
sparkles
like wine
Some days
I can’t
bear
to hold
your hand
For reasons,
sadly,
you could
never
understand
Last night
I dreamt
That somebody
hugged me
It was the best
night’s sleep
I’ve had
in months
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