I can see no future anymore
No emancipation for the poor
My addiction lays at the bedroom door
Ready for another night hung over
"Pulp Fiction" repeats on the dvd player
While the Rolling Stones "Sister Morphine" is on rotate inside the stereo
Isolating my pain
Emulsifying my brain
My mind soggy from too much champagne
The enormous urgency to bury my emotions
My heart jagged like an opened tin can
Detached from the world
Religion has never been a friend
Jehovah comes to me
I answer with prophets
Refuse to accept the gargoyles in the mirror when I turn off all the lights
Notions I must be high or suffering from residuals of acid tabs Pandora gave at the club years ago
My bed
My coffin
And there I lay
Watching crystal clear dreams waterfall into nightmares
That challenge and dare me to die
Fluid with sound
Blindly dark
Giving way to morning again
I'm alive


Lepadah
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