the expository scene...***

2 hrs to dawn,
i am running from home.
you'll be happy to know,
this time i got drunk alone.
lost it,
lost the remaining emotions.
inturn,
missining on some good ones.
letme wrap it up,
with an exhumed frown.

sometimes.
at times when i think of you,
i think of,
how i have lost more than "a few".
i cant help.
cant help but cry,
letting,
the wet feelings run dry.
letme board it,
the train to downtown.

the zephyr...
again its mocking my strife.
i wish,
this wasnt my life.
i bet.
bet,that you wish the same.
wishing that,
you could change your name
letme try,
and show you how to drown.

fine...
i know that i havent been sober.
ecstasy,
it was the ecstasic scent of burnt clover.
out there,
i'll be searching for a reason
meanwhile,
dont let go if its not your season.
letme steal,
your red hatred and make it brown.