do you know
of the true power behind
your name?
or do you rely
on fame?
although you have
a mattress
you have no bed frame
clarity is something
you cannot seem to find
it routinely
disturbs your peace of mind
do you find your prayers
remain unanswered?
no shade to Tina
but you reduce yourself
to a private dancer
sliding down the pole
of iniquity
quickly
as soon as the high
wears off
you aim for the sky
and never reach the clouds
snorting lines
upon lines
upon lines
of melodramatic mania
speeding
needing
attention
dialing for help
in search of suicide prevention
naive to the fact
that hell is not
a place you will see
when you die
naive to the fact
that you are already there