Mathew Lewis - Crash Landing

How does one define an addict?
I’m sure the medical journals are full
Of hypotheses and speculation.
But does the studier know the studied that well?
Do we bring an understanding,
Or a judgement to the scene?
I know not where I’m going,
I’ll only guess what’s left to see.
Interpretation’s tricky,
Probal to thinking, but not to gain,
If my ship is slowly sinking
My sun is bleached with all the rain.
By now I have fully realised;
I’m on a collision course with hell,
My body’s not a temple,
So I don’t expect some help.
I’ll clatter down my drainpipe,
And wash away amongst the shit,
I’m slipping down so slowly
That I won’t let people notice it.
I’ll let the tied take me out,
Amongst plastic, waste and things,
And drift out to the seagulls,
Who’ll thank me for the gifts I bring.
It’s painfully apparent
That my coping mechanism’s failed,
The band is warming up,
The coffin’s ready for the final nail.
All that’s really left to do
Is strap myself tightly in,
Pray for a lucky landing,
And begin all over again.

Mathew Lewis

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