Ringing through my ear and Silence is a choking cough pushing to get out. I need the drumming electronic waves to deathen my body.
For I took my regular pill of Self pity today. It kicks in with its usual velocity and I lay down mesmerized by its tranformation of the world.
I fear that when I open my eyes He is not the same. That his too rough strokes pulling my hair and His semi sweaty hand on my face that smells a hint of balony is all just Make belief.
How many times was fantasy a Sanctuary Maybe it finally consumed my reality Since this must be some kind of Heaven This life of misery With somebody here with me.