Nomind #15 - Brighter Darkened Days
I got a headache man. Too many chips, too many dead a tan?
Too long outside in the icy autumn wind with whatever fam
Can join me on my journey as I head into that neverland?
Walking, talking about the same old things, just squawking,
Rarely inspiring; stimulating intellectual conversations like
I guess I'd have with a great one like Steven Hawkins.
Then again maybe I'd lose my essence in his prescience,
And feel so lessened down when he's around I'd get depression.
Who knows. I don't. Shoes don't. Seem nice. If you don't. Have your size.
I got the headache though. But I got rid of it like I have before.
I ate my dinner, forced it in me though my head was swole,
Nausea creeping up upon me like my deadened soul,
Watched Dead Kids yesterday too and that was hella cold.
But dinner somehow clears the air up in my dome.
Either my head space clears or I chase my lair within my home.
Just lie down in my bed and writhe it out cause I got clout!
But not right now. I feel a bit drained, but also relish the bone.
I was given. Just for living. Just for coping. Don't let hope end.
When you're given that or the rope with which you can play Hang Man.
You'd be a fool to choose excuses; leave those Badlands; be a bad man.
The night is dark but days are so much brighter!