winter
i dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart with heat to melt these frozen tears and burned with reasons as to carry on into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow but i swear that i would follow anything if it would just get me out of here and so you get six months to adapt and then you get two more to leave town in the event that we do adapt we still might not want you around and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose but i know that that is impossible now and so i drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories because i just cant think anymore about that or about her tonight i give myself three days to feel better or i swear i am driving off a fucking cliff because if i cant make myself feel better then how can i expect anyone else to give a shit and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere just get me past this dead and eternal snow because i swear that i am dying, slowly but its happening so if there is a perfect spring thats waiting somewhere just take me there and lie to me and say its going to be alright its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 10:16 AM PST 0 • 10
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"i dreamt of a fever, ..."