I’ve been sleeping with zombies, all
Wrapped up in memories, waiting for
The feeling to change, but it won’t
Until it’s time. You have to get through
It and you have to let it hurt, the last time
I did this, it nearly killed me but I
Came back after 30 days.

The last time I did this was supposed
To be the last time. No more ****ing up
And getting ****ed over and screaming
To be heard over everything else that
Shouldn’t matter. No more crawling across
Broken glass and waiting for that final
Lash which always hit me where it’s really
Meant to hurt the most.

Writing about failure gets old after a while;
Imagine having to live it every day. Knowing
You paid for the nails in your own coffin and even
Handed him the knife, yeah that’s hard to take.
Knowing you’ve been keeping time with a
Corpse and it’s got you around the throat, it
Almost makes you want to cry.

Time is up, nothing lasts forever, no matter
What the joy or pain. You’ve dried your tears, you've
Burned the book, you’ve taken one more cleansing
Breath. You take your punishment, accept your
Rewards and you keep on trying to try again.

02/24/10

Yep, that just about sums up life in general, it's painful, but a great write...thank you.

very profound LA... love it!!!

Thank you.

excellent job-oh how I can relate to this right now

Thank you.

and we keep on taking those cleansing breaths...as many times as we need to.

So true, Lori, so true.