- Awake. (avoidingthenothing.wordpress.com)
I’m high as a kite and can’t stay on track.
There’s so much I could be doing, and I’m trying to do it all…
A trail of mess behind me.
The fire is roaring, and I’m shedding more and more clothes.
The view is great from up here on the ceiling…
Bouncing around in circles, floating, flying, twirling.
Eyes watching me from the wall.
Mary-Jane calls me to sit down with her, to sit and twist…
I would be rude not to.
And would I like fries with my order?
Why yes, yes I would.
The thrill isn’t thrilling.
I’m not feeling a buzz.
I’m sick of you trying to rip me off.
I hate the shit that surrounds you – the people aren’t real.
I can tell you’ve been cut, and you won’t ever heal.
Your murderers should be shot.
I hate what people will do for you.
They’ll do it for me, but because of you too.
I like monkey shadows, and the noise in my ear,
the pole dancing pig with her laugh that I hear…
Down deep in my heart, the truth I do know,