Chill the Fuck Out

Flat on the floor
Eyes up, facing forth
Without a drink for twenty days now
For whatever that’s worth
Each thought ringing out as clearly as a bell
Sustaining long enough to write it down

Dark is the path which lies before us,
Songs of the Siren, sing the chorus

On day twenty-one, the night’s first alky bev
It rushes over like a warm wind
And goes straight to my head
And it’s just what I need to quell the aching hell
Of the working week and those incessant bells
Now it’st ime…

To chill the fuck out
I’ll be like a hollow reed
And let it flow through me like the wind

 

from ‘Dark is the Path Which Lies Before Us’ 2007

@ the new trust 2013