In a sleepless dream,
I wandered through the abyss of my mind.
The traffic clustered streets spread like an epidemic
For miles and miles in every direction.
I wished I was dead.
I wished I was dead.
The cars honked. Honk! Honk!
That sound made me want to shriek,
How could I fall into a deep sleep
Amidst all that chaos, that madness.
I wished I was dead.
I wished I was dead.
I saw my dear ol' mother ingesting herself with a fix of insulin
As if she was a junky, all droopy eyed and sad.
But unlike a raging junky, she did not choose
To be enslaved by her incurable illness.
I wished I was dead.
I wished I was dead.
My father stood by the crossroad, old and weary,
Staring into my eyes that looked much like his,
With sick thick smoke seeping out of his nostrils.
He held his chest with a wince, and fell to the ground.
I wished I was dead.
I wished I was dead.
Faces fell from a sky, unlike any other sky seen by mortal eyes,
A sky of gruesome yellow, and grotesque green.
These faces fell upon my head like rain,
Their naked eyes stared at me, judged me like they did before.
I wished I was dead.
I wished I was dead.
For at least these thoughts would finally perish when I am dead,
Relieving the world of their wickedness.