Goodnight

cracking and so close to trying,
when truths seem so close to lying,
i got caught in a crossfire again,
quietly coming so close to dying.

to ask what it is that one admires,
what it is that lights one's fires,
why did you ask that I ask,
screeching concrete meeting burning tires.

beg or be competant i'm begging to ask,
or take another swig from a half empty flask,
and all I want is some more sleep,
a sunny day mask or a cushioned coffin cask-
it.