Down

Always on the edge of tomorrow; terrified to fall awake...
The medicine and music; losing their effect...
The stench of summer permeates the still, heavy air...
Her eyes pull me in like yesterday; like always...
The loud screech of my brakes echoing in my numb head...
The light was green. Or was it red?
Days all running together; looking out the window with a frown...
A jungle of tubes, wires and a faded hospital gown...
Lost within my salvation never to be found...
Sometimes you luck up, and other times you fall down...