you were always around
inside my backpack
rattling and rolling
but alas, but alack
today when I found
I needed your help
you left me alone
a whimpering whelp
my shoulder it aches
from what, tis unknown
the muscles are sore
maybe brusied to the bone
whenever I move
pain shoots through my limb
my strength just gives out
my vision grows dim
I searched and I searched
find you I did not
so then I gave up
and let my arm rot
if I don't move
the pain disappears
but the second I shift
my eyes fill with tears
I surrender for now
for now I concede
at least there's no break
at least I don't bleed
you're lost to my sight
you may be just stored
I looked all around
but then I got bored
you're lost when I need you
you're there when I don't
oh look, you're expired
so take you, I won't
Saturday, January 24, 2004
ode to lost bottles of painkillers...
posted @ 03:11 by ryan in [ What the...? ]
