Underneath the lamplight

I lay my weary head

Thinking I might be safer

But still wishing I was dead

A drifter is what I was

I guess I still am

Drifting from here to there

Going no where

Stepping forward

Then stepping back

Waiting for the next swing

Bracing myself for the next hit

Wondering when I will lose it


Tell me

Tell me when you hear my heart stop

Tell me when you hear the silence

Tell me when the pain is over

Tell me when I’m gone


Your demise 

I see the interest in your smile

And the spark of desire in your eyes

I wouldn’t mess with my head my friend

Or I will be your demise