~Intoxicating, suffocating, memoirs of the day~

Verse flows out of me say hell O,

Hard to breath, lost intoxicated,

Suffocated from lack of sleep.

The phone rings and I answer,

Not a soul there as I throw,

The receiver up in the air.

The dogs wonders to the door,

Needing to vomit before,

Her spew hit’s the floor.

The stains of the night,

Linger on the sheets,

Left by you and I .

The shower cries out my name,

Yet I rest my head back on,

My pillow trapped in the light.

Yesterdays thoughts have ended,

Today s thoughts burst out,

Of me evoking the.

The covers whisper,

Me back in.

I feel the scabs,

Of lost ecstasy.

My dreams come alive,

The pull me away,

From my past delight.

The sun runs her brilliant rays,

Another day to be lost in grace.

Inkmaster