the migraine's back
and the tears with it.
get me drunk.
inebriate me, liberate me.
invite me to your world
and your half-hearted theologies
and half-minded theories
inspired by your divine smoke.
rainy streets of drear
seems so consuming.
get me out.
tempt me, love me.
promise me your idle promises
of endless bliss on a mountain side
and hours of gazing at the stars
which are too often blotted out.
oppresive headaches consume
me and cloud my judgement.
maybe it's just you
and that's all i want.
get me out.
Back.