Down

Always on the edge of tomorrow; terrified to fall awake... The medicine and music; losing their effect... The stench of summer permeates the still, heavy air... Her eyes pull me in like yesterday; like always... The loud screech of my brakes echoing in my numb head... The light was green. Or was it red? Days all running together; looking out the window with a frown... A jungle of tubes, wires and a faded hospital gown... Lost within my salvation never to be found... Sometimes you luck up, and other times you fall down...