kceoir
08-17-2007, 12:00 PM
Tuesday Morning
Just Layin’ here just starin’ at the ceiling
Not to sure what I expect to see but it’s been a while now and nothing
Did I just fall asleep?
My life is like a constant dream state
As I walk down the street I’m constantly in and out of consciousness
I come out of one of my many blackouts just as a car whizzes in front of me
**** I have to try to concentrate a little more when I’m out in public
How the hell did I get in the middle of the street?
Cars flying by at top speed I can feel their wake
I can almost hear the conversations going on inside
Yellow, brown, red, black, red, white, pink
Pink?
Who in their right mind drives a pink car?
Maybe they’re not in their right mind I better get out of this ****in’ street
The cars look like blurs everything is moving too quickly
I’m scared as I lower my body into the fetal position I begin to sweat
I feel something clawing at me like a raccoon claws through the garbage
I don’t look but I swing my arm it makes contact
I feel hair and teeth then a slicing pain and heat flowing from my arm
Quickly I draw my arm close to my chest but don’t move
I hear a voice it’s a woman’s voice she sounds old
I feel hear hand touch my back it’s warm
I look up I can’t make out her face the sun is so bright
She says to follow her and that this is a dangerous road I’m on
Slowly I get to my feet and slowly she brings me to safety
She tells me that I’m safe now and everything is going to be okay
I stare at her face I still can’t make it out
Slowly everything is coming back into focus
Any second now and I’ll know the identity of my savior
The face blends with the white above me
I look around me it takes a second but finally everything is in focus
I see my reflection in the mirror at the foot of my bed.
Just Layin’ here just starin’ at the ceiling
Not to sure what I expect to see but it’s been a while now and nothing
Did I just fall asleep?
My life is like a constant dream state
As I walk down the street I’m constantly in and out of consciousness
I come out of one of my many blackouts just as a car whizzes in front of me
**** I have to try to concentrate a little more when I’m out in public
How the hell did I get in the middle of the street?
Cars flying by at top speed I can feel their wake
I can almost hear the conversations going on inside
Yellow, brown, red, black, red, white, pink
Pink?
Who in their right mind drives a pink car?
Maybe they’re not in their right mind I better get out of this ****in’ street
The cars look like blurs everything is moving too quickly
I’m scared as I lower my body into the fetal position I begin to sweat
I feel something clawing at me like a raccoon claws through the garbage
I don’t look but I swing my arm it makes contact
I feel hair and teeth then a slicing pain and heat flowing from my arm
Quickly I draw my arm close to my chest but don’t move
I hear a voice it’s a woman’s voice she sounds old
I feel hear hand touch my back it’s warm
I look up I can’t make out her face the sun is so bright
She says to follow her and that this is a dangerous road I’m on
Slowly I get to my feet and slowly she brings me to safety
She tells me that I’m safe now and everything is going to be okay
I stare at her face I still can’t make it out
Slowly everything is coming back into focus
Any second now and I’ll know the identity of my savior
The face blends with the white above me
I look around me it takes a second but finally everything is in focus
I see my reflection in the mirror at the foot of my bed.