i am so tired...
this mean streak turns for its bitter end
and it follows like my reoccuring dream
leaving the smoke to turn to dust and cold
i sit on my pillow and stare at the ceiling
but my pillow goes hard and flat...disintegrating comfort
and the bed is sinking into the floor
with a fist i throw that has an angry face
a sad reckoning, a cancered throat of realization
as i watch the fall leaves crumble
to wither away without notice into the dying grass
and the meter maid runs out of steam
on her walk down the road
i am so tired... it strickened me
a bow tie on my mouth to keep my gratitude silent
the chair hurts my hands behind my back
and my conscience is passing out for a break
its the fever of struggle that brings me down
from that all time high that kept me in the sky
its so lonely for a man in a padded cell
the vents closed off by bars... no piss pot
and breath goes short like parasites in the chain getting small
and its regret that is said inside the gasping
to why i am here without plan in schedule
it was something that i always watched my back for
and the one time without my eyes behind i am here
with my fault
i am so tired... and i long more for sleep
cause of the sadness felt in her departure
she drifts to another location
in reality its the next town over
but also a drift for my lover
will this change what is us?
does the soundtrack go in for a sad opus?
and why? it can't be true
the best has just begun
sitting on the playground for the first kiss
it was something that never ended that first night
and it was slightly love already
when the slow moved faster
a night i cant forget for the life of me
she will always be here for the relief she makes me succumb to
but disgust is caving in from these events that make me
what i feel now
i am so tired...
and it builds as i take the concept of flashback
looking at everything that ended in the quick of time
a reel that repeats itself it gets disturbing
the same scanario and the same emotion
the rivers say no more sighing in her breast
and it does seem like everytime i pin it down
all i want it slips away...a goal slips away
i just do what my body tells me to
and its longing to settle but its a dog that is just a bitch
but settling is a huge paycheck away
and labor just adds more labor after the finish
the events that make me what i am now...so fucking tired
Mike McVeigh
9-23-01