Lying Down Tonight

Lying. Down. Tonight.



The intellectual presence that haunts my mind.
why am i not good enough in these hard times.
falling faster into an unending sorrow.
people aren't today, they're tomorrow.
Blows to the brain of an undecided high.
the words of your eyes make it hard not to cry.
creeping in slowly the painful loss of a day.
the bliss i woulda shoulda had is nothing but yesterday.
crazy some call me
or just overwhelmed
living in a self absorbed morbid hell.
so what?
all the constant pressure resounding
bouncing off of the walls of my mind
always racing the clock racing time
endlessly laughing about the tear in your eye
when the world stops spinning
thats when it will all go right.
life's funny like that.