The room spun into focus,
I emptied my body again
I searched for a familiar face,
And a favour from a friend...
I’m lost in this ocean,
A sea of Johnny Red...
And the only echoes I can hear,
Are the voices in my head...
I've gone away for a time,
While locked up in my room
A breath every now and then,
This body the only clue...
A map of white clearly drawn
Upon the liars wrist
A groan escapes the ashen face
A night blacked from the list...
The sun gets up, the birds awake
And a cigarette is lit...
A cough to wake the body up,
An early morning hit.
I survey the emptiness,
In this pale morning light.
Then scribe upon the crowed page,
The demons of this flight...
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