I need a remedy of diesel and dust
something i can taste with a fix i can trust
antoher high more potent then lust
eating and repeating
like the working of rust and time
i woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain
dancing down the window pain
comatose. eyes half closed
arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn
i froze from head to toe
clenched the jaw
then felt my body roll over slow
I must live to know that healing takes some time
so no regrets. and no looking back to sinking ships
ill strip the gauze for a ration self analysis
im down cut and bound
counting scars and counting blessings loud
so loud
i must live to know that time alone is always
healing as long as theres bleeding
no regrets or falling fits
ill strip the gauze and bleed it
theres no worry
its only a simple theory
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