A.M. Downside
Morning for the downside
starts in the afternoon
and I’m still sitting here;
eyes at half mast.
Those who pursue this way of life
know what it is I say,
ever driving,
dead inspired,
in the past.
Wired into existence
a quiet fool’s dignity.
Life lived on a razor blade,
on the edge of severing
my path to everything.
Slept the night with demons,
I still hear angels proclaim the morning.
Rise up now in fading life,
curious to see what today brings.
Crawling – Legs broken, or merely forgotten
Towards – what it is, I can’t say
My – Innocence, lifeless and rotten
Salvation – Straight through darkness
Eyes open,
unconscious
moments still fleeting
Haven of habit
heart is still beating.
Morning on the downside.
Now I know what all the talk is about.
It’s better for you if you never find out.
That it’s all as bad as they say.
They weren’t speaking figuratively.
I chase now my reasons
through the darker regions.
Pay the price daily,
it comes naturally.
I know you understand (yeah, right!)
feeling so alike.
Morning on the downside.
I doubt all exceptions,
resume my obsessions,
battle my addictions,
label my afflictions,
sharpen my expressions.
A.M. downside depression.
HG – 2001-2005
