Sick


Lighter held in hand
Cigarette in the other
Knife on the table
Pills in the drawer.

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Thumb slides across
Flame lights up
Smoke fills the air
Coughing slightly.

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Stumbling forward
Approaching the kitchen
Opening the fridge
Stumbling for a beer.

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Temperature rises
Senses jumbles together
Reality disappears
Surroundings unclear.

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
Little drip drip drips
Pool of confusion.

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Cigarette in the garbage can
Still glowing at the end
Lighter back in hand
Papers strewn across

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Orange bursts brighten the night
Brown frayed burnt edges
Crackling smoke engulfs
Papers burning brightly.

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.

Smoke induced sleep falls
Subconsciously waiting
For the flames to go
But they never did.

Till it was too late

Sick of the tension,
Sick of the hunger.


Written: 18.05.03

A/N:The situation may be confusing, but to aid all the poor souls out there, it reads: Girl plays with fire. The rest is for you to figure. Someday I should stop trying to write when I can't sleep. No good ever comes out.

- ® Pris Yeo ® -