Life Through A Syringe

I wake up bleeding

screaming

the anxiety is feeding 

on me

need the cocaine to feel clean.

Ashamed to see him

feed me 

narcissistic genie

Surrounded by a drumbeat madness,

scripted scenes of silence 

with a passion for overrated violence.

Aching to be more

you have to be this tall 

these are strange shores

a big open space hidden behind giant oak doors.

Stay with what you know

it’s closer to home

goodnight and god bless

i’m just a small piece of the big bullshit drone

Followup question

how much do you need?

I got a bag full of confidence and a bag full of greed

You want something strong?

Here’s a good one;

I’ve got courage 

backbone 

and stupidity 

all mashed into one bong.

You think you can make it?

You think you can breath?

Inject this into your body and you will see

it

an ounce of muscle, ten kilos of hate

take too much and you’re letting life decide your fate.