Sleep
Tugs seductively
On my
Racing
m
i
  n
   d.
Nothing
Grows
Here.
Smiles twist and
Seizure
Until they collapse
Into
A
C/o/n/t/o/r/t/e/d pile
Of something like
A grimace-
(But not quite).
My heavy
b r e a t h i n g
Reminds me that      my heart
Has yet to surrender to
The toxic fumes
Rampant in my thoughts.
Eagerly I inhale them,
Something like     knowledge
But, with a pain
ful kick. It's
Never easy to fil
ter thoughts that are thick
Like molasses,
(And just as Sweet).
Bang,
B ang,
You're dead,
Just like the rest
Of them-
Body still w
arm. Pulses
Still audible,
Yet
s l o w l y
Fading. Who
Will save you
(Now)?
I'm far too gone
In a land of
Make believe
To press down upon
You
r (gaping) wounds
And dated dreams.
Oh,
Doesn't it feel
Something like
Lo ve?
when you're lying
On your death bed
Waiting
For the pastor
To come in and slowly murmur one last prayer
To save you from some
thing too difficult
To understand
With
Out
Faith and a poor
Conscience-
B/a/n/G
,bang
You're off
Onto another journey
That can only ex
ist when
You
   Blow
     Your
        Brains
out, and replace them
With ideals pre
made by the same
Precise hands
That cut
The deli
Lunch meat-