The Patron saints of liers and fakes....

It seems these days
are deamed with
disappointment
and slowly things seem to
unravel
as i layed there last night
my mind screamed for any justice
of why things keep happening
I dont "understand"
and I really dont want to talk
I need time to sit
i need ghandi
or something
these days just fill up
so fast
alcohol down
the hatch
a long draw from
a newport 100
bring satisfaction I wish it hadnt
and there
I sat
in 3 degree weather
for 30 minutes
and the cold brought
tranquility
or numbness
and by this time
either one was welcome
so what comes next
this i dont no
a funeral soon awaits
and i cant wait for it to be over
the "sympathy" of ppl who never liked
her anyway
Its ok though
its just another
Day