draw it into my lungs
feeling the buzz
the electricity
of an alien substance
vibrating in my chest
and I'm dead
but nobody seems to notice
words like bullets
fully automatic questions
Why?
Why me?
can't you tell
can't you see
that I'm floating away from this
and if I'm lucky
I won't ever come back
unless somebody rescues me

Sleep is miles away
and who put this room
spinning on an axis
my vision is travelling
faster than the speed of light
which explains why
everything is so dark and blurry
no more night skies
no more summer days
it feels as if
this empty bottle is my grave
but there's a corner store
just down the block
which sells forty ounces of happiness
for only two fifty
falling deep into my bed
still fully clothed
I'm scared of the day
when I hit the ground
shattered into thousands of pieces
hoping you will put me back together

king sized sticks of escape
the best chaser
without it
I feel without an escape route
which to me
simply won't do
there's too many obstacles
and I'm out of shape
I tire easily
and I know that one day
I won't be able to climb them
a long drawn drag
they're toasted
and i have walked a mile for a camel
was it worth it?
I don't know
all I know is that
if you don't come soon
there will be
nothing left to save