37. Deed to the Dead

Speak when your spoken to
Spend time sniffing glue
Chasing away demons
Irradication of feelings
Choose the deaden path
Glazed eyes
You have to laugh.

But the times alive
Will never be forgotten
Burning away the days
A path well trodden
Coz living and dying is
An arguement ignored
Yet I want more than being bored.

Since you've been gone
Days pass as to the static sun
Clutching at straws
Dreaming of growing small
Minute, in comparison
Glazed eyes
Life needs to be jettisoned.

And you will never be ignored
I think of you every day
The only aggitation
Is that of the pain setting in.
Coz alcohol raptures
The very vein of my mind
I miss you, I feel blind.

Dreams and peculiarities
Set in like a rarity
Of confusion
Obtusion.
Laughing at the
Prospect of false Gods.