The blooming of a scarlet rose,
The blood shed from the indisposed,
I sit with my thoughts
In my closed little box,
Feeling nothing,
Needing something.
Gotta get my fix.
I'm tired of all the tricks.
What purpose does life hold?
Another struggle getting old.
My head, oh, how it aches.
The gun my memory shakes.
To forsake society and all its ills,
I still can't pay my F-ing hospital bills.
Originally posted 2008 Nov. 21
The blood shed from the indisposed,
I sit with my thoughts
In my closed little box,
Feeling nothing,
Needing something.
Gotta get my fix.
I'm tired of all the tricks.
What purpose does life hold?
Another struggle getting old.
My head, oh, how it aches.
The gun my memory shakes.
To forsake society and all its ills,
I still can't pay my F-ing hospital bills.
Originally posted 2008 Nov. 21
