i need a rememdy of diesel and dust

something i taste with the things i can trust

another high, more potent than lust

eating and repeating

like the working of rust and time



i woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain

dancing down on the window pane

comtose. Eyes half closed

Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn

i'm froze from head to toe

clenched the jaw,

then felt my body

roll over slow



i must live to know

healing takes some time



so no, no regrets, no looking back on shinking ships

so, i'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis

i'm down, cut and bound

counting scars, counting blessings loud

so loud



i must live to kow that time alone is always

healing as long as there's a bleeding

no regrets or falling fits

i'll strip the gauze and bleed it



theres no worry

its only simple therapy