A fools paradise I can feel myself slowly edging towards the sensation The sensation that so many in my spot has felt A rush that makes you feel alive even though it may be fatal
When I butter my bread Cut the veggies and onions Slice the tomatos Crack a hole in the ketchup seal My mind drifts to it Wanting to feel it so bad But knowing the consequences I have always thought of it as a false paradise A place where the nearly dead find a way to get closer to death But feel as if they have gone further away from it