Skid Row

Today I woke up feeling numb as usual
I love that lil feeling so much
it reminds me I can be strung out
without pumping anything into my veins

I'm ready for a collapse
give me something to ease the pain
Maybe some whisky to cauterize
 what little sanity I have

Time to hit the bricks
My heart is somewhere
out on skid row
Time to hit the bricks
My heart is decaying
out on skid row

My romantic delusions are bittersweet
like the masculinity that never defended me
I refuse to let myself become a cliche
so I'll just change my pattern

and hope no one notices 

I've been on a low for so many years
that even when I drink I still become
that insidious little monster
tearing away at my life

Time to hit the bricks
my heart is somewhere
out on skid row
Time to hit the bricks
my heart is breaking
out on skid row

I feel it's where I belong
a skid row of mental anguish

 

The End

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