Main Index Scribbles Index    
 

 

C*unt of a Week II

And so the darkness rises,
And I find myself within,
Wrapped in the delicious dark,
While others are f*cking in the park.

The cravings tear me apart,
Pulling this way and that,
Until I am little again,
Another forgotten victim.

Only one or two times more,
Happiness is a thing that awaits,
And I'll have what I need,
So we'll return to our creed.

Another c*nt of a week?
It's turning out not,
Although not at peace,
Grateful I am at least.

From the fiends that I know,
And the friends that I have,
I am finding a peace at my place,
Maybe to the park for another piece.

Dated: 31st July 2005