Receptionist,
Oh Receptionist,
A ticket I seek,
to a requiem.
Not for a dream,
for reality,
playing out morbidly.
Could I truly capture it,
reminisce in this hell pit
Could I have a creed,
that prevents my ascension
I am but empty,
missing the tension.
She wants to be beaten,
and I am too far.
Much closer are the streets,
wherever you are.