Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | Page 17

When you need me,
I'll most likely be clinging to life somewhere,
Murmuring madness' melody,
Stumbling back and forth from permanent slumber.
Nodding off into a deep stare.
Without worry of what’s to come.
Maybe lying in an alley between sanity and psychosis.
When you finally need me,
Who knows if I’ll need you?
Who knows of where I'll be.
Perhaps loving the woman with the brown eyes.
The harlot that holds my heart.
Wrenching tourniquet please release me.
For God's sake let me go...
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