It's "beddy-bye time"* and I'm still awake

A pause to stop midbreath and hold on
with half of which is already gone;

you wake with heaven's weight on the heart
and hell half smiling at you from the start;

a handful of pink-painted bullets and of hope,
but love keeps you up only because of rope;

you see, it's the cold steel under your chin
and the dreams of escape that keep you in;

fuck, here it comes and you know it's boring,
but it looks like we're going to need the morning ...

afterall.



* Thanks Jackie (and your mom) for letting me borrow your words.