The walls are padded.
My jacket is straight.
Redundantly attempting resistance,
But it’s far too late.
The odds were never great,
I’m just an abysmal statistic.
We all look for something better,
What I found was more sadistic.
A reversal of fortunes is unrealistic,
Wounded souls can’t turn back.
All that a survivor can do,-
-Is let the damage fade to black.
Let it spiral down the drain,
Make it disappear into the night.
Absorb any droplets that remain,
-And act like your ready to put up a fight.
Justin McCahren (1-16-05)