adventures in dysthymia

Monday, April 03, 2006

DRAINED

I’m the boy scout of pain,
always prepared;
waiting for the rain
like I never cared.
I let the daylight wane
as you stood and stared;
let you hope in vain
that I wanted all we shared.

Let it go, let it go,
it’s the only thing I know.

Made my last decision,
signed my devil’s deal;
sold away each vision
that you tried to steal.
Made a fresh incision
to let the others heal –
drained of your derision,
drained of all I feel.

Let it go, let it go,
it’s the only thing I know.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Possibly notes toward a song...the kind of song I don't do anymore, of course. Title could (should?) change.

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