Saturday, January 24, 2004


ode to lost bottles of painkillers...
posted @ 03:11 by ryan in [ What the...? ]

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