19 April 2007

its so very, very lonely
and this place does not feel homely
talk to me, please, my friend.
the world outside getting is hazy
and i am feeling lazy
back to the bottle, again.

i am standing, watching waiting
and there's something i'm anticipating
what it is, i'm so unsure.
the cigarette i hold is burning
i focus on that sense of yearning
and i keep praying footsteps at my door.

take me to a place of rest,
i don't think i will pass this test
fatigue captures all my mind and soul.
hold me just a little longer
just until my heart feels stronger,
i keep looking for something to make me whole