Needle

Needle

A Poem by Matthew
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We're on drugs.

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I’m
Laying in my room
With a vision of substance
Just living with a pain
That isn’t fully mine
Entering a tomb
For a forgotten man
Just waiting here to die


Staying
For a reason that isn’t fully known
Finding a reason that can’t be found
Just diving in the role
Because there wasn’t much else to do
Believing for the day
If and only if it should be fine
Just deciding that it’s time


Sitting in my room, with a needle in my hand
Just Waiting the coming of pain
That won’t be here for long
Sitting in my room, with a feeling in my hand
Just Waiting for the tomb
That won’t be filled for long


Here
In this place and now
I will surely find the reason and how
Just listen here while you vow
You never ever thought
That life would be too short
The clock it slowly ticks
Just deciding that it’s time


Today
Was just like yesterday
Tomorrow feels like it’s own dream
Just floating around a place
That feels so common and
It’s all fine and good
Not that I cared anyway
Just waiting here to die


Sitting in my room, with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the feeling
That just eats me with it’s pain
Sitting in my room, with a book in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb
Of some forgotten plan

© 2013 Matthew


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Added on February 20, 2013
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