Excerpt for dead of winter by jeff diego munoz, available in its entirety at Smashwords

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Love, Sick, Lies

one day we walk hand in hand
the next day I’m the one you can't stand
I tried to be the best man
but i can't take the lies
i should just say goodbye
but i can't speak word
my heart can't beat
i can't even move my feet
i feel so ill so i pop some pills
i thought we could conquer any hill
but every time i try to love you
all we do is fight
i just want what’s right
we been together for so long
we haven't always gotten along
but every time i sit i write songs
you’re in most of the lines i write
without you here i can't think
without you my heart sinks
but that's okay i love the way she lies
i guess we both have love sick lies.

Pain killer

White opaque walls
Each one a dose of reality
Punched in too many times
The bloody knuckles serve as the reminder…

She waits locked inside
Never letting me apologize
Shrugging it off with black eyes
That look however hurtful, needs more attention…

Pain killer
I know she’s begging for mercy
Love somehow defeats misery
Lets lay once more, and forget this confrontation…

he wakes up from a dream
all he can hear is her screams
they had an everlasting love
i guess now you can say it's done
she should never had said hello
her personality was bright as yellow
until he crawled into her bed
the lies twirled inside her head
now she lays covered in her own blood
i guess she loves the pain
i was always there yelling her name
but i guess she never felt the same
he kisses her and promise to change
but she knew he never would
she said she would leave
but i know she wouldn't even if she could
he became her pain killer
and i couldn't save her even if i could...



Little blue pills

White emptiness,
all noise fades away
Fuzzy vision
our eyes bleed into popular culture
driven into us.

Brain pulsating like a
wave washing in and out of the shore.
Our fingers tap to the rhythm
set forth by a dictatorship government.

Every morning they slide so easily
down closed throats
and poison the stomachs of innocent bystanders.
Dissolving into putrid acid coursing
through the veins of those sucked deep
into the lies fed through plastic tubes
into our unsuspecting brains.

Memories soften at the edges leaving
holes where politicians fill them with
falsifications that they help and will change things.
Reality turns into fantasy,
fantasy turns to reality.

Those pills are our demise,
those pills are our lifelines.


i popped open the pills
now I’m running up hills
taking my saving can't pay my bills
i hear voices calling for me
the whispers become echoes
I’m lying in my own shadow
my mind must be tripping
because i feel my time is slipping
everyone is laughing pointing at me
who were they wanting me to be?
the high way too strong
my mood changed now we don't get along
i use to be able to write songs
now I’m just trying to hit bongs
i never been the type to grip
i never been an addict
now it's like i can't quit
even if my life depended on it
i took one hit now I’m done
i got to have those little blue pills
if i die you better hope you’re in my will
cause this is something i can't let go
I’ll die high or die trying
taking those little blue pills.


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