All I taste anymore
Is the salty blood
pouring into my mouth
from biting my bottom lip too much.
I walk around, slightly dazed,
thinking and saying
That I'm too old for this.
No wrecklessness, No alcohol.
No excitement, No destruction.
Just peace and quiet.
A little calm and a drag of a cigarette.
Listless and tired, but never asleep.
Walking through the rain,
It gathers on the brim of my hat
And pours off in front of me.
I can see the light in her window.
The doors locked and
I'm too timid to invite myself in.
Besides she'll be sleeping soon.
And I'll still be awake.
She'd kill me if she knew I was smoking.
I wish lip would stop bleeding.
Walking again with no one up.
I'm a lone survivor of the night.
There's a serenity.
and a sense of enjoyment and accomplishment
Felt by me everynight.
Mission accomplished better get to sleep.
Classes in 4 hours.
Probably skip them anyway.
I can stil taste the blood though.
It reminds me of something.
The taste of........


Can you taste it?