Shit, its hard to knock out a man.
I've been waiting for that wave -
that one that knocks me on my ass.
Every night I buy a corporate whiskey whore to do the same -
drugs booze and asphalt equal food to me
match out the black to white
pray for sleep and
leave
the ghosts are circling
they're deadly with their
silent eyes.
Those damned eyes that speak more than mouths could ever wish to.
We're all live bait and it just gets later,
so I hope that twilight sets in
and the gaping sharks clean the air
so I can sleep
with peace inside me.
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