oh sweet morning is your head not right
I have awoken from a codeine induced sleep, an effort to preserve what might be left of my lungs.
Stumble outside reluctant to face the unusual cold wind of a new March. In a daze I walk down the concrete path and find the trees are just as confused-- just now letting their leaves go. Every step sounds out their last signs of existence. Standing in the dark line between night and dawn I ponder the creatures lurking in the unseen shadows. If it were up to Darwin something would pick me off right here and now devouring all of my weakness.
But this night is survived no matter how painful its breath. Welcoming vial of numbing bliss will find me in slumber once more.
Stumble outside reluctant to face the unusual cold wind of a new March. In a daze I walk down the concrete path and find the trees are just as confused-- just now letting their leaves go. Every step sounds out their last signs of existence. Standing in the dark line between night and dawn I ponder the creatures lurking in the unseen shadows. If it were up to Darwin something would pick me off right here and now devouring all of my weakness.
But this night is survived no matter how painful its breath. Welcoming vial of numbing bliss will find me in slumber once more.