Eyes blurred...
I reach out to hold on to the anchor
that is your body.
Hold onto me please
I'm being pulled away
the current is vast
make youself a point
of reference in my clouded night
I lost my way and drifted
make me whole
fix my rudder I can't steer
no control at all
wheee here I go
drifting away from you again
as I clutch at your body for support
hold my hand, make it all go away
cold concrete, cold grass
warm vomit, in waves
you can't help me
I did it to myself
I have to ride the waves
of my own misfortune
until the world stops turning
and I can walk again
tomorrow...

05/03/2003

Author's Note: Prom Night Yuck...

Posted on 05/04/2003
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