A Shot in the Dark and a Bloody Knife to see it Through With

913.4471.RUS Caves of Lascoux

913.401.BAH Images of the

ice age new age of me.

AND BLAH 

I I I / YOU/ YOU

YOU,

It's so clinical it's true,

but really, 

_________

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                       _____

there's just grey

under my bloodshot eyes 

(cause I don't sleep)

and an ache in 

my stomach 

(cause i got no food in)

a pain in my head 

(cause i drank too much)

And a life building

Itself around me

that I don't know that I want

(But

Still 

It's 

all

I

I

I

But I miss you.)

I'm so glad 

You're still here, 

And I hate that I'm 

here (still awake, still 

hungry, still listening to 

the coughing through the

wall and the sex up above and 

the music down below, the buzz-

Still drinking 

the

but

party's

Over.

Too scared to go to bed,

'Cause I wont sleep, 

and in the morning I have things to do

And this isn't poetic anymore. 

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Draw a line under this.

_____________________

The straightest one 

you can from a to b

then imagine 

Screwing it all up 

So it's more like

_(<)>|?|>|?|_++_++==)_)_^^^^^

Then remember that's me not you, 

And you're 

OKAY. 

It's _____ tonight,

Come celebrate?    

Nononono,

This is a lot of things, but it's not that, 

never that. 

(What, something poetic? -

NO! Don't start doing

That again!

What? braking th-

No! Stop 

it)

Tear drop petals

And frozen sunrise thorns, 

Coffee 

Sweats and

Fish 

Bone

Gags,

Sickly sweet froth and 

Bitter sweet

Blackness.

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Should we talk about 

This though? The elephant 

in the room, the pub, the car,

the kitchen, the club you 

picked her up in.

Perhaps not, I think a shot in the dark and a bloody knife to see it through with are a much better option. 

I don't know what you expected, but I bet it wasn't this.