It feels kind of like someone gave me a drug,

mixed for the purpose of stamping out love.

Slipped like a Mickey when I was away.

Slammed down the hatch and now all I can say

is, "I don't know why I feel nothing at all."

Head like a hammer straight into the wall.

Black coat of tar dripping straight from my heart.

Struggle for breath while still acting the part.

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The last man last time looking

How far has he come and where is he looking

His bag is getting heavy he feels a little tired

The kids stop just to admire

His stature, Thier parents tell them dont stare please 

But all this makes the man feel at ease

He grabs his ticket like a eagle grabbing its prey

The teller guesses this man had a really long day

Trench coat thick black gl...

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I'm used to sleeping alone at night in my bed. No one there.

I'm used to being unloved and unwanted at night, feeling the touch of a bullet.

I'm used to being forlorn and forsaken, dead inside during dark hours. Inside and out. I'm used to having no lover to get wet and sweaty with, damn hot eroticism. Not in my bed or life.

I'm used to having no one hold m...

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