Buzzin' free through the silver gates,
loving life and things I create.
But at what unthinkable price.

Sleep is a dream that I see as I wake,
as I shiver and sweat, and shrug off the aches.
This chain-smoking life is wearing me down.

More heroes then ever, yet villains prevail,
It's not the old, but the young that are frail.
Every lesson learned, is another discomfort.

Perversions and diversions, drugs and dirt.
My blocked and battered lungs are beginning to hurt.
And I've never been so aware that I'm alive.

But it isn't a nice, uplifting high,
it's the acidic rain that falls from the sky.
With each test, another part dies.

I'll lay awake in my bed, pretending I'm dead,
just so I don't have to face the ultimate disappointment

04/08/2010