Deep valleys upon your battle scarred face <br />Fuelled on devils snow and sweet strong cider <br />limping like a wounded fox <br />you clambered up the unforgiving stairs. <br />Screaming at everyone, reaching no one. <br />Took a place beside me <br />told me your name <br />said you was like a cat <br />had nine lives, but just one left. <br />And so we sat waiting for the train <br />me awaiting your possible violence <br />you losing yourself in my forced upon silence. <br />Told me you had been stabbed tonight <br />got involved with a junkie friends bitch <br />she cried wolf to many times, no limit to her means. <br />Soon lights got brighter <br />as the train can tumbling in <br />you looked at me smiling with sadness <br />said you was gonna use up that last one tonight <br />I tried to muster a word <br />but you closed the book <br />Told me it was going to be ok <br />for you was a buddhist and would <br />be coming back, reborn on a beach <br />in Tobago where you would sell fruits on the beach <br />and watch sweet arsed women shake their love.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-in-the-distance-he-lives-a-settled-lif/