Muddy Memory
Blood, sweat and tears, in exchange for notes.
Improve your situation, or have a smoke.
Try to relax your bad back at home.
Yesterday is already lost to ‘where did it all go?’
I lost the whole week and all I feel is weak.
Making money; got to fill this pot with honey.
Got to strive, staying alive! Got to thrive.
Trying hard to buy a life.
Bought and sold is all I owned.
All is worthless when I am unknown.
Hundred films I am yet to watch.
I have no idea of the price of this priceless watch.
Nine Inch Nails engraved upon my wrist.
Suffering is the purest bliss.
Misery is right here with me,
Holding me tightly, suffocating me endlessly.
Oh how I love the misery.
It gives me focus, hocus, pocus, alakazam!
Breathing fire in a mystery van.
Cruising along to Dead Crows songs,
Along the road which just goes on and on and on and on...
Into darkness, seeking the freeway.
Loved to rock since back in the day.
Grew up with a guitar in my head,
Now I walk with The Walking Dead.
Station is stuck in a rut;
Driving on through puddles of mud.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2020 05:18
- Category: Reflection
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