The gods of my mind Feed my spirit moondust And I float through A plastic purgatory Everything rushing past Absent, gone, Blissful detachment (Until reality forces itself inside) I take a bite of my life Bitter, Like the moon. I find the worst things in life Are free, as I stare above At stars and other people (With the same pain as mine) Searching for an angry fix. The stars are just broken pieces Of glass stuck in The machine- cut night. I bite the feet of my confusion To keep it from stumbling As I drown underneath The upper hand. Bitterness on the back of my throat. I unsubscribe from my own mind Because I don't get it anymore.