How to save a life

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

A pocket full of rye..

His vitals are weak.. But he's holding on..
Classic OD case.. Any idea what's in his system?
Seems like a pretty potent cocktail.. Its like he was trying to get this way..
He pretty far gone..
Im surprised he's still breathing after that hit..
Whats in him anyway?
Couple of shots of Twilight, a John Denver, an Erich Segal or two.. not to mention an LR shot, a Phil Collins and a bloody icecream stick windchime..
You're kidding me..
Hell no.. and to top it all this God damned Madame Zeeba monstrosity..
Fuck.. quite an appetite for punishment..
Tell me about it..
Think he'll be immune after this?
Cant say.. then again cant get any worse than this can it?
suppose not..
I guess we'll just have to wait and see..

Disclaimer..

Some readers (god bless their souls) have recently expressed concern over the nature and tone of my blog posts.. im touched.. but i believe i may have alarmed them without cause.. so, to relieve their apprehensions, i feel compelled to issue the following notice..

All material on this blog, poetry or prose; original, inspired or otherwise; is in entirety a work of fiction and a direct result of my overactive imagination and/or momentary mood swings. Any association with any person, place or event is purely coincidental; unless ofcourse i happen to mention otherwise.

i think that should suffice.. :) cheerio..

Bob Dylan Blues..

What comes close, really?
Nothing bothers me now.
It seems now, your eyes have left me here,
Like life leaves a dying man.

You're everything I had.
You're everything I lost.

I remember that fateful night,
It was raining outside.
My heart, wet and cold, craved comfort.
Shelter was what I sought,
Shelter, what I found in you.
Your eyes gave me reason to live.

You're everything I lost.

But the cue card says "Ramble On"
One cant just sit and muse.

You're everything I had.
You're everything I lost.

But then again, like the man said.
"when you ain't got nothing,
you got nothing to lose"

Achy Breaky Heart Lyrics

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man