Drugs on the Dial

A song about a headache and other stuff in my head...

I need a doctor with good drugs on the dial.
He peddles them cheap, keeps no papers on file.
Pills down my gullet with a bottle of beer.
Don’t take them together, the label says here.

But I’ve got to stop this awful pounding in my head.
(4/4 time) Four more beats, then I’ll probably be dead.
For so many weeks, I could see nothing but red.
Soon, it’ll be nothing and black for forever instead.

I can only take one more break down
Before there’s nothing left to build up.
Can only lose my mind one more time
Before there is nothing left to find.

My head is hurting worse than it has in a while,
As it purges itself of memories that have been so defiled.
“I’ve got no one left” is putting it too mild.
No one befriends a man who’s gone so manic and wild.

But I’ve got to stop this awful pounding in my head.
(4/4 time) Four more beats, then I’ll probably be dead.
For so many weeks, I could see nothing but red.
Soon, it’ll be nothing and black for forever instead.

I can only take one more break down
Before there’s nothing left to build up.
Can only lose my mind one more time
Before there is nothing left to find.

I am stained in alibis
            With all these lies
I tell to friends that I don’t have.
I’ll be looking back at this
            With no kids
And I’ll have a happy little lying laugh.
Here I am all alone.
    My fears’ve only grown
Till I can barely learn to live.
My heart was heartlessly taken
    With big beat faking
And I ain’t got one more to give.

But I’ve got to stop this awful pounding in my head.
(4/4 time) Four more beats, then I’ll probably be dead.
For so many weeks, I could see nothing but red.
Soon, it’ll be nothing and black for forever instead.

I can only take one more break down
Before there’s nothing left to build up.
Can only lose my mind one more time
Before there is nothing left to find.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The problem with drugs and booze. It wear off and you must face the day. A nice pace in this poem. Felt like a organized desperation and need. Easy to lose the mind. Hard to put back together again. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[CHRIS ANDES]

And I’ll have a happy little lying laugh.
Here I am all alone.
My fears’ve only grown
Till I can barely learn to live.
My heart was heartlessly taken
With big beat faking
And I ain’t got one more to give.

I really like these lines,it makes me wanna think..
=]

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I loved this piece. Since I used to play an instrument I know what 4/4 time is. I can say that you could actually make this into a song. I have a beat in my head already as I read this. I think you could make this piece come alive. Thanks for sharing. :)