| a series of small tragedies darkening skies doom and gloom i gave up on happiness years ago just about the same time god gave up on me the holidays are coming up a series of small tragedies while hanging the lights with glee desperation is the last sign of hope that clings in the chilly night air these are the mornings one of those mornings where you can’t make it to the bathroom in time and as much shit that makes it in the bowl, the same amount is in your underwear and eventually the floor these are the mornings where i completely understand why it makes more sense to choose death a million better places another waiting room listless women behind the glass the annoying drone of the television in the background i can think of nearly a million better places i could be right now but my imagination likes the back roads and taking its fucking time the inevitable reality laughter from the back rooms i suppose it beats the inevitable reality of death i lost my ability to be light hearted a few deaths ago i always wonder where the first misstep took place every shrink i’ve seen has told me it all goes back to childhood of course it does that sad reality i try not to remember the last time i kissed a woman i would love to bury that sad reality but i’m not exactly interested in a future all by myself i refuse to count the voices in my head until i absolutely have to |