The streets are lit up
Gentleman are chained
Old ladies faces are smokey
Today and yesterday are the same
We have tea from the common cup
Will you find some change in your pockets
Or do I dream on your lazy afternoon
The room is cloudy
The faces of ghosts are visible
Maybe I have had too much *****
Or too much poetry
She wears her spectacles for a change
And looks around for the sign of the day
The house is wearing a coat of laquer and depression
It smells of turpentine in my room
She may say there is too much trouble
If I am sleeping and awake right now
It's because the memories are raw
From the night that passed with uncertainty
I was on the edge of daintiness
So I scrubbed the floor off blood
Men chain me to the floor
In wine lies the truth
I have too many suitors and the fight turned violent
Now I am left counting heads and the women nag me
For a marriage of compromise
They know I sleep on the floor
If candlelight stays I reside by the bed
With a book by Vonnegut
They say don't turn your back to the enemy
Now they call me an embarrassment to my family
An oddball as I wear shoes upside down
With heels faced upwards
And the stilletoes non existent
A service lady could be more in style
Stemmed in hatred
If they ask for betrayal they get it
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
I run into a dark alley unknowingly
They know I am unloved
River deep and I am mountain high
****** as ice and as watery as Dali's paintings
Smoke rooms and soda are clubbed together
To make a perfect day
Life is a series of perfect days now
I wish I died sleeping