Heroin Overdose.

The cold metal pricks through the layers of my flesh,

It happens again as the lightning strikes with a flash!

A rush of heroin through my veins injected from the drip,

Falling through the empty spaces: another magnificent trip.

I hear what I want to and shut what I can close, 

The TV is blaring about death from a drug overdose. 

Highways sway in and out of my dizzy sight,

I see those tall, black hooded figures mourning in my plight.

The abandoned mountains are raging furiously with a red flame,

A country lies destroyed, is sanity to be blamed?

They call me demented for the things that I can see,

Yet more than most of them, saner I'll always be. 

My sentinels are falling like tears from a star,

And the doors of my mind are pushed a little more ajar.

Images are shifting in a jiffy like a kaleidoscope,

Diminishing slowly at the mighty ocean of dope!

And it happens again, oh what a lovely lovely rush!

The grass looks greener and the royalty seems plush!
I crave for another pinprick as the drug endures to gush,
And with every passing trip, the hunger grows for eternal lust.


Lying motionless and slowly letting it all slip underneath,
I peek through the layers of my brain to see what lies beneath.
Psychotic thoughts have started to stir inside,
Leaving a frozen grin on my face and ebbing the final tide.
The ice below my feet is thin and cracking fast,
And with the cursed time, I wonder, will any storm forever last?

Midnight

Smoking doobies in a cold windy night on the roof, 

Mocking at this haunted world of fake spoofs.

Laughing in sick desperation at the mad butcher's door, 

And our echoes drowning forever in that bottomless floor.

This war will last forever young John,

They have remnants of graveyard yet to mourn.

There is place to drink and sleep and dine in,

But in this great hotel of laws we can never sin!

Hey little train wait for this boy with childlike dreams,

In his sleep at night he barely ever screams.

They're all painting a wall in front of our eyes,

To make us believe that the world is full of thin ice!

Old Mama has switched the television off at two in the night, 

The psychedelic outburst has blurred all the rest of light.

The ajar doors have turned from seven colours to white,

And that little voice inside your head wakes you up at midnight..