Slaves to the physical, pour me another drink.
The sun rises, I go to pull the curtain,
So numb, no longer hurting.
Give me a minute, a little time to think.
I need to find myself,
Just a little help,
From deep down inside,
To stem the crimson tide.
If I jump this time,
Just maybe, maybe I can fly.
(originally posted on 2007 Oct. 21)
