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Sunday, April 17, 2011

GRAMS


Pills rattle on my lower lip
Regretting life on the wall
Urinal flushes
An old stripper's sound
Bucks walk out as you giggle
Who’s in the crowd, you’ll never know
You’re bleeding
Keys clink on a rock n roll jam
The Machine is beeping
It’s my heart
Breathing heavily while the liquor’s out
Her footsteps murmured
A gloomy lullaby  
The line is ringing 
The Gate exhales
I chuckle under the rain of insults
My voice is breaking
My grams are shaking
I deserve to be alone
Get me loose
And leave me there
Leave me loose
I'm in. The soul is ticking
The world gives a shit 
Why wouldn’t you
The crowd roars
For the finishing move
I'm off! I'm through!
What a rush!
Ain’t you had enough?
I'll take it home now
I'm done
Don’t know what I’ve got till I sigh
I cough and cough till I die
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
That's it!
I'm DONE!!