Trapped here in London
or is it the city
by the bay
day after day
after day
after day
pea soup
drowning
socked-in
frowning
downing
handfulls of
hope you wake up
still here
still live in fear
still drinking cheap beer
and box wine
and moon shining
over the bay now
but fog still hanging
over the day
hanging around
but can’t stay
away from grey skies
flies in the ointment
and dissapointment
less boom,
more bust
and appointment
after appointment
and happiness rusts
and trust in pills
and refills
more refills
it helps kill
but window sills
still curtains drawn
all bridges burned
all hope is gone
more dope
less dawn
rising at mid-day
binging on Netflix
stay away
don’t want to see
you or anyone
Johnny’s gone
I took his gun
now counting bullets
one, two, three
come fly away,
eternity
the Devils down
on bended knee
but final pleas
won’t set you free
the fog won’t lift
you’ll never see
everything
you meant to me
and everyone.
Put down the drugs
and throw out the gun,
come to the island
live life in the sun.
soitgoes1984 