Life
Life isbut a dream without an end
In the waking moments i have found
That what is real no longer
Makes much sense
Its the taste of music that i crave
The lust for bodies of a foreign nature
Yet much the same.
Its the words that fall against the chalkboard

Never written
Some how forbidden
Its the things that dont make much sense that seem to keep me smiling
And why not.
Why not smile when all i have is a cigarette and sweaty *****
Isnt that the reason were here?