Friday, 1 June 2012

5. 2 Years


You morn the life you lead so desperate
Bedroom smelling of sweat,
Stale alcohol and cigarettes.
Masturbations lost it's edge;
Your young in all but everything
You've been depressed...

For only two years but you know;
That there's everything to fear
The world slips away.
Save your life for another day.

You hate everyone, you hate yourself;
Pop another tramadol,
Your day will be fulfilled.
Zopiclone is all good and well
Mixed with Codein and finer ales.
Yet you still consider the fact...

It's just about two years;
All that you fear is there
The world just slips away.
Save your feelings for another day.
The irrationality will subside.
You've dented your pride
For the last couple of years.
Stay with me, my dear.

You stay in contact with all you can
But they will knock you down;
You are but one man,
Dreaming of the unfulfilled.
You hold on for new remittal;
But it never comes.

Come back to me
I'll see who I can be...
There's pain held inside
I've got nothing to hide.
With you I can say
I've got nothing to feign.
We have nothing to fear.
Two years is still too damned near.

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