I lived through this...

One night, just like that, i woke up to an animated discussion

"There is nothing i have to say" was where i joined

The man sounded sure. And i knew he was sure he was a good liar

The woman was confident and controlled the way the conversation headed

I sat there, quiet, scribbling, not making any sense...

I lay there, almost driven to death by the stand up show

Both were lost in the conversation

"Why would you"...not...would not ... wood and nut ..

I could feel my pants were wet but couldn't get the lights, dont know why

Oh i wasnt at my house...huh...then whose..anyways

"Can you tell me what are you thinking now?"

I was like, "seriously?" 

After having wasted my almost perfect sleep

Two hours in the bathroom, my clothes smelling like toilet cleaner

N only you two creations know how long have you been fighting

Fighting this inevitable feeling, feeling that i can only relate to as wanting to get laid

But you had to stand right there..keep talking stuffs

Stuffs that werent even close to making sense..

So you knocked her and she wanted it again

But she needed to feel she had your balls in her hand

Mercy..one word then an eternal bliss

I should have shouted "Freedom"

like Sir William Wallace...a savage barbarian

I could fight this tyranny..witness to this conversation

Could have been anywhere

But not tonight ... 

In that hallway...of all the places

In front of the bathroom

Where i lay...

With a burn tshirt.. 

a raped ego...

molested senses

Empty beer can..

Unwillingly..in my half hangover

I tried...

to find my feet...

i slipped!