This is... well this is an awakening
the fifth step for all you flagrants out there
I realize a lot of things about myself, about my life
I'm a luckless *****
without the sickle or the sores
and I bleed for every moment that I get
and I drink for those I don't
Time
time is something I always had
yet couldn't put it in a bag
and sell it to the masses
so I spent it
frugality was something misunderstood
and we saw all we had fade away
money my new greed
a backwards creed for a backwards need
to be more than content
the tones and tapping of the fingers and well lets face it, Satan *****
I want metal, I want steel, I want rope burns
decadence
such a sly word for something you need
its not the *** its not the drugs
its the bugs and hugs
and the people you meet
so send me away make me more
mold me I'm yours
but this is a confession and not salvation
nothing I say here will ever matter
yet I'm writing for an audience
so believe me or not
but let me show you the brew
a dash of daring
a splash of liquid courage
an eye of lustlessness
that's all it takes for me and you
and these sheets
and a flower and a fleeting emotion
so I disappear
between a blink and a tear
and I wish you all a fond farewell..