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NO MORE FUCKING SUNRISES before/after Yeah, today sucked, too. And tomorrow's gonna' suck even more. ------------ Until the sun sets and the quiet time grips my body, stills my chest until no more noise I make and my eyes roll back into my head there will always be a part of me that wants nothing more than everything and will not rest until he has killed me. Another drink, another toke, another tab another line another girl another fight another rage into the night another song another walk another impassioned talk another speech another toast another mountain slope another wander another day lost driving drunk driving high hanging off cliffs, screaming out car doors knocking orange construction cones over with my arm chasing girls that are just all too wrong for me, writing poems for hookers, drinking with beggars falling out of trees, jumping from bridges, buying drugs from gangs... I stand, staring at hated sunrise, shaken not stirred looking wonderingly at joggers and those who have slept, who look back at me and wonder how I am still alive.
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