my green-eyed mercurial boy
wanted nothing but a nice place
and a woman
in turn, alluring boys took him
on the road to perdition
in his brain wires got crossed
broken leg, football, trans am
couch rest, sunny days and a baby
eveningly, like an angel
a nightingale sings him a lullaby
protecting a gentle soul
from the ashes of excess
self destruction turned
poetry and hope
on a downward spiral
i’ve met a girl
my numbness
rushed us under my roof
of misery and resignation
my regret a nightmare of aches
desiring the one i love and lost
for my will strong was not
to be sensible and tell her
now, in this limbo of pills i exist
walking on a tightrope
of sanity and madness, a slope
at every corner of my uncertain feet
getting up is a struggle for
starving barking demons
mercilessly face and corner me
in my sleep, in daylight i see her
the one i love and lost for strong i was not
