I lay me down, but cannot sleep.
My heart, still bleeding, begins to weep.
My flesh doth boil and rot inside.
A festering soul that's long since died.
Tendrils of emotion begin to wain.
The mind of a madman gone insane.
Memories I've held so dear
Creep up behind and turn to fear.
In a battle of wits I have been disarmed.
Tis only a flesh wound do not be alarmed.
A singular thought for a grand design.
Speak softly now, so as not to malign.
A too recent past keeps drawing nearer.
I step on the gas, but it's there in mirror.
Looking around to see what's behind me...
I snap my neck, but never you mind me...
Moving forward so fast; some distance between us.
For directions I ask, but no one has seen us.
One false move and the car leaves the road.
My body still lies there, or so I am told.
Just south of my hometown, this city, this state.
It wasn't all bad, some parts were just great.
My life is over, but it's not like it's ending.
I shall return when I'm done ascending.
I've said my piece, I don't want to fight
So I'll just hug my pillow and have a Bud Light.
I may be all wrong, but I feel so damn right.
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Goodnight...
-Robert
