no amount of love or inordinate iniquity can ever truly numb or satisfy the splitting pain i'm thinking of a gun and speaking bullets into the ends of nerve endings so maybe they'll end me half the average of sleep most of that time is spent writhing what i live is no life just merely surviving what timing, what timing the kids are unaliving but i have to thug it out "you'll pull through," as most do but my shoes leave a bruise and my back is close to giving out