Snippets of poetry that don't make sense
Who I am, what I do, it's like sitting on fence
Climb up or fall down or teeter between
The sanity that's left in my skull is unseen
With the hour soon midnight and the stresses not gone
I reach for the light switch that is always just 'On'
There's no rest or the wicked, no awake time for the dead
But somewhere, God it's in here, it's just hanging by bloody threads
The thought, just the gumption, there's something left to hold on to
Amongst the sadness and the sorrow, something we all go through
But I take it all personally and limit myself actually
To the pill bottles, liquor and cigarettes so casually
Truth be told how the senses all mold
To the nasty and bitterly corrupt human soul
So as to say goodnight, I lower my cap
And into a questionable slumber, try henceforth to
nap
Who I am, what I do, it's like sitting on fence
Climb up or fall down or teeter between
The sanity that's left in my skull is unseen
With the hour soon midnight and the stresses not gone
I reach for the light switch that is always just 'On'
There's no rest or the wicked, no awake time for the dead
But somewhere, God it's in here, it's just hanging by bloody threads
The thought, just the gumption, there's something left to hold on to
Amongst the sadness and the sorrow, something we all go through
But I take it all personally and limit myself actually
To the pill bottles, liquor and cigarettes so casually
Truth be told how the senses all mold
To the nasty and bitterly corrupt human soul
So as to say goodnight, I lower my cap
And into a questionable slumber, try henceforth to
nap