i am my ideas and where they do not sit neither can i nor be anything but hit like a thump to the face and a broken nose thus traced as if the blood marked the score and everything we did was ought
i sought nothing more than to do what was right all my life i tried and still had no height so now it is time i stopped all these rhymes and left the world that has no place for me beside my own bodybag quite blue and seen
and the codeine i have of more than a gram is what is now solving my problems to hand and so i slowly feel it and so i slowly can as it infuses my future with the man i've become and leads me to a peace
like the gently dimming rays of dusks quite lengthening now and also thattimely where little more may i do too than sit and ponder a lifetime gone where daughter and sons and long-term relations reach out too late to make a difference ever ...