these hospital walls

are the palest of white

here in this desert

reciting my last rites



the smell of these halls

brings temporary comfort

as the oxygen flows through my blood

el corazon was poisoned tonite



shes on her 8 of 9



when half of all your prayers are insincere

the other half are lies.

here is this watermark under this bridge

the point where it crested,

rolled back, and drifted into the sea



i climb from this wreckage

as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs

the closest of close calls has happened tonite



its time that i made things right

for the first time since the last time

let this moment of clarity

lift this curse that has been cast upon me.



so appreciate the good times

but dont take the worst for granted

cause you only get so many second chances.