To not open my eyes on another day.
I always hope this is the last time
I hear my voice in slow deep rhymes.
But each time the daylight shines on my face,
And I find myself waking up in a different place
Than the previous morn, or was it right here?
I don't remember, my head is not clear.
I am too far to retrace my steps.
I am too deep to ever reminisce.
Fiddle under my pillow to find my life.
He holds it up, it's another strife.
One night ain't enough, they come back for more.
My body's worse than a beaten whore.
"Come here baby" and I am his slave.
Feels like I'm digging my own grave.
And it's almost six feet deep.
No one else cares, only my heart weeps.
A few bangs and it didn't even feel.
The needle goes in, I think it was a steal.
The blur clears away, as I get dressed.
Time to find another bed for tonight's rest...
i've published this poem previously on my bliog...but then not many people used to visit my blog...it's one of my fav poems (amongst th ones i hv written)... hence re posted it...
