The Psychological Kind (Poetry)

Time (Poetry)

Theres scarlet stains on my carpet

And I scrubbed it late at night

It's good as new but my hands are still stained red

I tried to get some sleep tonight, but the madness got to my head

I turned on the light, just lay there, and put my fears to bed

Because I'm out of touch and out of luck

And my conscience is giving me hell

I tried to be good but I like it so much, so my friend fucked off as well

The net wont catch me and I'm heading for a fall

Though I find myself wondering if I ever doubted it at all

I get the strangest feeling when I look at your blunted edge

And I know than you will be the one

Who pushes me off the ledge

(©P.H.Dyer 2013+)