saturday night's a killer
dying for new blood
to infect and poison
to drain from the body.

looks like all there is tonight
is free alcohol and beer
but no one to share it with,
or get drunkk with, my dear.

needles, knives with you at home
they look so friendly
when you're alone.
begging for a midnight stroll
down the block, or across the street,
as improper as it may be, it works.

capsules screaming down me, down me
head screaming more, more...
wanting something
feeling nothing
as your body hits the floor.

black.empty.space.
life tittering in front of your face.
pushing, pulling, pushing you away.
no wonder you dont really wish to stay.

you take one last look
at the colorful life
and say goodbye
to the last bloodied knife

you feel yourself slipping away...
no more pain, no more lonely saturdays.

 
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