If Not For Crazy I Would Be Sane
It’s only when I’m breathing do I feel the loss of you.
I hold my breath around others .
Drown the the sorrows and silence those voices in my head a second at a time .
Nobody does grasp the truth of my situation .
And in truth if the shoe were on the other foot I wouldn’t give a damn either .
I played it close and battled my own demons alone as I handled most everything the same way .
I didn’t miss a damn thing unless the world was turning and my eyes were open. .
Misery is a strange mistress indeed .
She was cold and unforgiving .
She reminded me so much of you.
She really fucked me over good in all the worst kind of ways .
The phone rang it broke my self imposed sentence for a second .
“Hello may I speak with Mr Murphy “?
“You could but he is currently all tied up in his twisted sex dungeon slash video store, this is Alfonso the office boy may I be of some assistance “?
The person on the other end of the line just hung up the phone without a speaking single word.
Some people truly needed to find a sense of humor .
And me I just needed to get a life.
I poured a cocktail instead .
Went and checked out a good art film from my in house video store .
It was a romance film minus the bullshit and strictly fucking instead .
I just loved a happy ending .
Hopefully I didn’t forget to return it on time.
The late fees were a real bitch to pay.
Sometimes I had to wonder in my life and ever declining sanity.
Who was truly minding the store ?