Should be dead by now
Found in a roach infested apartment
Deep in the valley
Surrounded by bottles and cans
Note crying me a river
Slivers of glass itching to see blood
Drowning in a flood of irrational emotions
That made sense at the time like a prisoner
In cell block No. 9....

Never believed I would go a day
Let alone 2,920
Without bitter rye
Then the owl flew by
Offering no more excuses
Just had to kiss the insanity goodbye
For I was certain the demons
Would be slamming the capochaous lid
Banished to a dark place
Like a perverted memory
If you care to borrow the book
Be prepared to pay the fine
There's plenty of heartache
To be found at the wake
Where only the names change.

Rearranging my priorities
One step, one day at a time
It hasn't been easy
But there is light
Grab and embrace it
Cause you never know
If you have a ninth life
Or a second chance
To reach shore
Wrote a passage on the sand
That isn't washed away
By worthless intentions
Upon critical conditions
Of a broken man
There is a plan
Slowly being reveled
But it doesn't include
A fifth or an eight ball
Someone else calling my name...

P-Jan 29, 2008.