note to self: run from the past

Den Haag, The Hague

Leiden

Cutting

Madness

Police 

Junkies

Misery

long nights curled up in corners cying eyes til they are swollen

screaming back and forth, scissors being flung for what it is worth

smashed plates against the dirty walls of a small fucking room and his horny claws

mad passion and confusion

love and the disarray of illusion

my jim, his Pam, his whiskey, my cocaine, 

refrain from the past, jolt feet into ground and forget the fucking past

i went back to my past last night....

thrown into a realm of a false image of right

one scream two screams one morning no coffee no cigarette

packed bags, threw on shoes, held on to sanity and left

broken heart, swollen puffy eyes

on tram stops before the elderly and the wise

sit alone, music bounded, closed eyes until grounded

love and hate ...we get it wrong...

he stills fails ...when trying to sing my song

note to self

run from the past

tis a far greater thing to be destroyed by mountains of cocaine and layers of acid 

than to be run down by a man who tries to convince you that love is a priority when he stares u in the eyes and screams at you incessantly.

hello dad, goodbye dad, rest in peace.

the hour of my discontent transformed into years.

i crawl back to you in interest of salvaging what i thought i knew.

forgetful bitch of tiresome blues

death makes angels of us all.

i look forward to wings which will replace these claws....

RIP Jim