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Be Gone Black Dog
It's moments like this
one truly knows they are alone
where is it these feelings come from
Think
that extension cord would make
a fine rope to dangle a jig from
this is wrong
why then
that razor blade caress makes the canvas red
Can't even get comfortably numb
when the spine spasms fire
up and down right to the toes
these electric feels in the fingers
means cigarettes hardly getting rolled
just smoking them for the fuck of it
coffin nails for a coffin
The speed is nothing more than
a useless band aid
don't like that shit why keep taking it
some weed would help alleviate
all those aches
Mary she comes from a seed
knows how to soothe those feelings ill
go to sleep now maybe for a week
Why is it time goes snail pace
when you battle this way
don't take it the wrong way
friends are graciously appreciated
most welcome
they though only get you so far
It's bright out the sun's up
holds no appeal when the black dog strikes
think lay down on the floor
under this blanket sleep some more
It's moments like this
one truly is alone
fighting demons in the head
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