Living in a fabric of twisted nightmares
Is my waking reality
There, beyond the haunting night bells
That ring and sing for me
The chilling demonstrations of jubilation
Is cold porridge in the pot
And every hope I’ve ever maintained
Has left me here to rot
Climbing over the muddy, slippery ridge
I falter once again
Yet spilling over into my consciousness
You see I have no friend
Crumbling into a horrid spectacle of aching
Dissolving every reason
Waiting for the hurried passing of Time
Missing out on every season
Discontinuous raging insanity supports fragments
Of who I used to be
Nothing is more raggedly humorous or jocular
Than the dream of being free
Sinking without solace under the burden of proof
She shakes her beautiful head
One more wasted, spoiled chance in time
Communion with the dead
.45 reasons fortify insecurity and I drive on, laughing
Crash into a wall
Logical mazes help not the emotionally bound
Crush us as we crawl
Some manuscripts add the following lines at the end:
Bleed us as we fall
Make us feel so small
Take from us the ball
My, you look so tall
Lengthen every hall
Get into a brawl
Don’t heed heaven’s call
As they say, “That’s all.”