The Forest of Opiates - August 30th - 31st, 2000


slipping down the slopes of sanity
pleasure centers turned off
false input run dry
left to contort on the ground
desperate hands reaching through the grates
bloodied arms stuck between the bars
please give me something
anything
please take this away!

wrinkled eyes close
lines of age relax
body turns to dust
blown away, sent with the wind
dispersed, extracted, recycled
planted in the ground
clouds cover the sun

lost in the pines
pining for companionship
rodents skitter at my feet
every ounce of sympathy
is lost with each tear
crying for you
because I don't care anymore
down here
inside the caverns
beneath the sea
the sun is melting
never say goodbye
when we hold hands in my dreams
seeing you behind me in the reflection
wheezing, life flashing
exhausting my last muscle
to see you disappear
wasted grains fall to pieces within my hands
crumbling down to my knees
tears keep me warm
here beneath the ground 1