Empty room

Empty room

A Poem by Jb

You're stopping to get your coffee

On the way to the emergency room

But it's ok, you're heart will keep pumping

As long as you get that caffiene

As long as they know what you mean

So get your change and drive away

 

Trying to smooth the edges

Of the tiger's teeth amongst your skin

No use, they're too sharp though

So go ahead and file your own nails

So go ahead as everything prevails

The wounds will heal someday

 

But the prescriptions will run out soon

And you'll forget the doctor's number

Your fingers, they will vanish

So you can't reach for help anymore

And you'll pass our again, sleep 'til noon

Wretched like hollow bones with slumber

And then the day, you'll banish

Collapse with the empty bottle on the floor

 

 

The guitar strings, they keep breaking

Sweet sounds of the fatal almosts

But there's no tune left to play anyhow

You swollowed your words with the bottle of Grey Goose

So burn the guitar as fire wood, there's no use

Atleast you'll have something to keep you warm

 

Whisper your secrets to no one

Because your arms got nothing left to hold

There's just too much to spit out and understand

So even if there's people that would care to know

Go on and act, they can't take the show

Just never let them close the curtain

 

But the prescriptions will run out soon

And you'll forget the doctor's number

Your fingers, they will vanish

So you can't reach for help anymore

And you'll pass our again, sleep 'til noon

Wretched like hollow bones with slumber

And then the day, you'll banish

Collapse with the empty bottle on the floor

Collapse with the empty bottle on the floor

Collaspe with the empty bottle on the floor

 

© 2012 Jb


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