The Pit
Strung out Blue Ribbon,
Ties my toe to the curb.
Nothing there in the first place,
Madness came in Third.
Dry Cardboard cut-outs
and there we all fall down.
Wither away and wrap the world,
in a stone cold gown.
Exclude the rationality,
splinters left of sense.
Pours one glass to pacify,
and two at which you wince.
Tricky time to fall asleep
before the terror starts.
Huddle under these futile covers
and watch away our hearts.
When I wake, if I wake,
truth pounds within my chest.
A mouth full of aching pennies,
the cost of me, at best.
This swallowing of a day
again and again,
again and again,
is well beyond my pay.
The wasting in which I stay
give in, give in,
give in, give in
just scare me on my way!
But my brittle roots tangle
within the hours I borrow,
to beg and plead that the grueling today,
will not mirror tomorrow.
Ties my toe to the curb.
Nothing there in the first place,
Madness came in Third.
Dry Cardboard cut-outs
and there we all fall down.
Wither away and wrap the world,
in a stone cold gown.
Exclude the rationality,
splinters left of sense.
Pours one glass to pacify,
and two at which you wince.
Tricky time to fall asleep
before the terror starts.
Huddle under these futile covers
and watch away our hearts.
When I wake, if I wake,
truth pounds within my chest.
A mouth full of aching pennies,
the cost of me, at best.
This swallowing of a day
again and again,
again and again,
is well beyond my pay.
The wasting in which I stay
give in, give in,
give in, give in
just scare me on my way!
But my brittle roots tangle
within the hours I borrow,
to beg and plead that the grueling today,
will not mirror tomorrow.