I need a remedy of diesel and dust
something i can taste with a fix i can trust
antoher high more potent then lust
eating and repeating
like the working of rust and time
i woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain
dancing down the window pain
comatose. eyes half closed
arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn
i froze from head to toe
clenched the jaw
then felt my body roll over slow
I must live to know that healing takes some time
so no regrets. and no looking back to sinking ships
ill strip the gauze for a ration self analysis
im down cut and bound
counting scars and counting blessings loud
so loud
i must live to know that time alone is always
healing as long as theres bleeding
no regrets or falling fits
ill strip the gauze and bleed it
