Nomad

the sight of Blood excited me.
maybe today you will bury me.
I’m tired of seeing the same days
the morning dews before the sun rays.

Maybe today I’ll die.
I don’t want to spend life getting high.
On cheap booze and expensive sex
what will make it all fall in context?

But I cannot write a suicide note
I don’t know which lyrics I’d quote.
The irony of saying I want to fall
while I build my walls so  tall.

Maybe tonight I will cry.
I’m afraid to say bye.
Let me lay to rest,
and hope for the best.

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