ME

ME
7/24/96

Stained from tasting poison
Stained from inside this mind
My thoughts are bad food
That tastes too good
Only my appetite defined
As the consequence of passion
Of everything denied
Hallucinations fed
As sleep denies my bed
My eyelids kaleidoscope inside me
Darkness is no escape from the trip
Sometimes it is the trip
Or the waking of morning
When I lift sleep denied
It wrapped me like a boa
And took everything
Almost everything
The only thing it left behind
Was the only thing I needed
Me