Absent Minded

Recovering from me to you

Even with
everything i have wrong with me
i wake up in my own dazed stupidity
stretch
and sometimes
somehow smile
glad to be alive
i smoke a cigarette
and am glad to be alive
isurvived another night terror of sleeping pills
that would not let me awake to the door crashing open
or the wrestling of the window
torn off its frame

Throughout the day
flashbacks of memories
of pieces of ghosts in my closet
to salmonala poisoning
like i was some child at the fountain of youth
methamphetamines and the answered prayer
death had stalked me out to soon
you were a helping hand
a saviour, i saw it
i felt it, i loved you

Even with everything i go through
and everything I try to say
that comes out in nonsense
I'm trying to say
That, that wasn't supposed to happen
not like that
that place was haunted
i guess maybe I was sick or something
Flashbacks from a previous time
A riddle in question, A time
spent confused by two demons

And now I'm recovering
from what i did to two angels


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