I'm laying down on the couch No, I don't have a gun Tarot cards in my hands I picked the hanged man I gotta believe in faith Because I can't see it through The sun turned to black As I got the blues I'm alone in my dying room Surrounded by big walls I'm praying the mushrooms They make it easier Dear Mary Jane Change your green dress for a white one Let's play together in the winter Until we die, frozen but happy Life's hard Death is a release I'll be gone for a while But I'll find peace She came in my house last night She watched me sleep I saw her in my dream I kissed her pale cold lips I've lost many battles Abused, raped, violated Now I'm losing the war The war I created myself Nobody wins Everything has an end Everything I gave Never cam back to me I'm living in a storm Give me comfort in your arms I just wanna sleep for a couple of years Take my life Take me with you Take me away A syringue in a hand My head in the other one No more reasons to wait I wanna travel I'll kiss her But this time, it won't be a dreamBirth sign: Not entered
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