I need a remedy of diesel and dust

something i can taste with a fix i can trust

antoher high more potent then lust

eating and repeating

like the working of rust and time



i woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain

dancing down the window pain

comatose. eyes half closed

arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn

i froze from head to toe

clenched the jaw

then felt my body roll over slow



I must live to know that healing takes some time



so no regrets. and no looking back to sinking ships

ill strip the gauze for a ration self analysis

im down cut and bound

counting scars and counting blessings loud

so loud



i must live to know that time alone is always

healing as long as theres bleeding

no regrets or falling fits

ill strip the gauze and bleed it



theres no worry

its only a simple theory