She's Tired

dissociative piece

 

She’s tired and her world is giving in

To swirls and pill bottle dreams

That grant that blank sleep

Giving no rest to the now

            The desecration of life

A desecration of life

There is no hope

For the political structure

Mother dies at her feet with each puff

Of that cancer stick she’s worshipping

Did you hear the whisper of the moon?

Neither did she, the pills had her sleeping

That un-restful dreamless flow of lies

That the morning will bring

The world is your apple

Not the version of truth, the apples rotted

Too doused in chemicals to fertilize

The tree that could have grown

If hot water had been used

She’s tired again, could you hear her scream

Did you hear me breathe?

Neither did she…I don’t think inhale

Exhale and keep on it

Till the reality blurs to nothing more days

And the veins in her arms won’t be a pain

Yeah, she’s tired again

Those dreamless sleep nights

 

Author's Note

Cp. 1:34PM Thu 04/24/08 NM tired hopeless writing, I don�t know anymore, very lost beyond the scope (Typed)