17:50


I’m tired of death

Like 16:30 in a crack house

Yellow, fading light of dusk coming

Cigarette burnt lace curtains
I’m tired of life

Lungs filled with ash and dust

Reflected life in broken windows

Diseased, unable to move 
I’m tired of staring at the ceiling

Waiting for the same damaged dawn

Pieces of dreams litter the floor

Staining the carpets with memory
I’m drowning, I don’t care

I’m at the inevitable collapse

Diluted, a dirty blocked drain

I woke here in the dirt

here in the dirt I remain

Cards


What do I talk of when I talk
What do I think when I fumble like a fool
What are the eternal truths I deny
In the forgetfulness of a lost youth

What are the ideals I long for
The comfort of a lovers flesh
I hope for salvation and life
Though with my heart I transgress

Is it my indignation I bear
That so turns the world away
The grim facade of a damaged soul
That should my fate betray

Oh the words are but corpses
Whitewashed for all to see
The photos all have families contained
But not a picture of me

These walls are closing in
Day by day closer still
Till the breath escapes these tired lungs
And dreaming has lost its thrill

If you could stop a moment
Find the time to rescue me
From a lifetime of loneliness
Then you would set me free

I have no use for money
Too much is worse than none
I have no use for tired old things
And I have no place to run

I may not be able to stop the hands of time
But I could destroy the hourglass that holds
Time to play this final hand of cards
And I believe that I will fold