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Arpig -> Need help with a poem title again...Just strung out alone here in the dark, one more night freezing (10/15/2010 7:10:18 PM)
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Just strung out alone here in the dark,
one more night freezing out in the park.
I wish you were here, arms around me,
but this kind of freedom, it don't come free.
Wander downtown trying to score,
and I wonder what I'm doing it for.
Out of my mind, but that's alright,
forget about me, I'll keep out of sight.
All too soon its just another day,
something to get through, somehow, someway.
I miss you girl, the taste of your skin,
but I have my wine, I got my heroin.
Some time alone is all I seek
on a grey day, cold and bleak.
Once or twice I almost cried
and now and then I have swallowed my pride.
I know I'll die and not grow old,
sleeping out in December's cold.
My regrets I have to hide.
I can't change now, I'm along for the ride.
Living here in this world apart,
dying alone of a broken heart,
with no home, no meals, and no address,
with no one to tempt, no one to impress
The boys in the hood know me by name.
Nothing else to do, its all the same.
I'd kiss you again if I could,
but that's in the past, its well understood.
The birds soar up into the sky
while I sit with a tear in my eye.
The needle shines cold and bright
and I long for its kiss, its merciless delight.
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