Mr Death Comes Tonite....

by tattooedbeatmessiah - Libra

i always expected to die
by the bottle,
in a small,
cheap
hotel room
with the shower 
running
as the whore 
i just fucked
was cleaning up
and 
i sat on the chair
finishing off 
the last bottle
of beer
and 
my last cigarette as
i wrote a poem on
a napkin from
the bar i
met the broad at...

i didn't expect 
it would be here,
in the bedroom
on my knees,
arms folded
on the bed 
holding me up,
gasping for air,
sweat pouring down my
red face,
not here,
not now,
it feels as though
someone 
reached inside
my chest
and 
strangled my heart..
i gasp for air
and
close my eyes
as
mr death whispers
sandmans dreams
from the corner
of the room....

Reason for writing:

    i have good days and bad days with this condition and this weekend was rough...i had a dream my son told me mr death was coming tonite...    

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2009-10-14 13:56:12
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:14
Poem ID: 72076

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