Autumn moon...monastic and cold
hangs in the sky
Her pale gelid fingers of light
touching the land
Alcoholic vegetation, withered and bent
tumbles onto the roadway
crushed by the 18 wheelers pa**ing by
Beckoning me...
an all night sign flashes come hither
neon eyes
Seducing my weary mind into it's bed
This is known territory
Spent...
I watch the spiritless ghosts file upward
to their doom
decapitated by the lone fan
whirling on the ceiling
I can feel myself begin to grin
High on fatigue and Corvoisseur
Daylight breaks and those
wild, vivid soldiers of dawn prey on my vision
ripping my mind from it's fuzzy socket
I'm not ready for this fight
Let me crawl back into my hole
Oh...taunts the song
"Show me the way to the next whiskey bar,
oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why..."
It's 6:30 in the morning
To hell with the wagon!!
I want the BANDWAGON...
Torrid cupful's spilling down my throat
The comfort of the burn
The glorious sensation of desensitization
Tell me what could be more real?
I'm rambling
Good...
That's my intention
Maybe I've become part of the media circus...
jolted by images that play in the streets
Why are d**h and destruction so vital
to our existence?
Violence consoles us like a babe at it's
mother's breast
The decadence of the world and other's misfortune
makes us feel superior
Perhaps that's why our minds drink it in...
Numbing intoxication that perpetrates this behavior
and allows us to think without thought...