Sleep-less nights and
pillow fights against my
shadow on the wall.

Disturbing dreams,
all this seems to be
prolonging eternal fall.


And I wake up,
not where I nodded off;
Never where I gave my-
self to the treachery of
sweet dreams and periods
of REM.

But alone, in a field,
or maybe a rural road.
It always changes
and really, it doesn't
matter.

And for a brief moment
I wish my tired feet
would take me to vast
oceans of blue or green
or anything peaceful.

But the coolness of the
pavement is so inticing and
soothing. And before I
know it, I am standing infront
of something all too familiar.

Almost violently it screams,
"Welcome Home!"

Like Carol Brady, the front
door is enthralled to see
me. Joyously it sings,
"Home is where you kill
yourself

07/29/2004

Author's Note: oldoldoldoldoldoldoldoldold!

Posted on 07/29/2004
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