A lamp leads me to a darkened place
Guilty eyes are teared and haunted all day long
Sleep is somewhere in the alley downtown
Laying in a puddle of regret
Who lives through this
Who dies through this
Who pulls me up when I am eating ground
Horrified, terrified to glance at jagged rock below
An untasted body gone into overdrive
My mind is a loose canon
Running after itself on an oil slicked street
Blame everyone, blame noone
Blame myself

09/22/2002

Posted on 09/22/2002
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