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Communication, creative, Dependency, Depression, lyrics, Out of Sight, poems, poetry, verse, writing
Well I don’t think that I
Can take this anymore,
When I’m lying here again
On the kitchen floor,
With a drowning heart
And the bottles all dead,
And the countdown ringing
Echoes in my head.
Outside in the black night
Where the voices still ring,
Each one a bit louder
To mask out everything,
But later much later
Beneath blankets they crawl,
In stuporous dreaming
Denying the fall.
And when the Sun comes around
See the time’s just the same,
Don’t reach too deep inside
To find someone to blame,
Close your eyes to the day
And hold on to the night,
Keep the cellar door locked
And the demons out of sight.
Well I don’t think that I
Can take this anymore,
When I’m lying here again
On the kitchen floor,
With a drowning heart
And the bottles all dead,
And the countdown ringing
Echoes in my head.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
