Omen

all apologies to those i've hurt in my addiction, and all forgiveness to those in recovery <3

Always pulling bullshit 

Show up at the house at five

Cards swiped and tapped the table 

Waking up to the sound of your son Killing himself softly,

Lauryn him down that hill in slow motion 

Try to be open, his habit is growing 

He already knows it, overdosing 

Borrowed time, eyes rolling 

Just like The Omen

Wish I could just shake his silver chords 

Until they strum golden

He never died before, 

But what happened yesterday... 

What happened yesterday?

Zombie waltz into Cicero's traffic flow,

Placated, sedated, two bumps in the nose 

Poppy-sized lump in his throat, akin to a movie, 

Scenic and spooky, rolling into his own credits

Closing time inside his floors 

He already knows, but 

He never died before...