I’ve reached the end
of my flower,
all of my dreams were
devoured.
Statues seem
to call my name,
the streets all lead
to a negative place,
I’m high
I’m feeling sick.
I can’t take
any more bliss,
I’ve found a new hell
in your kiss.
Sex just like a
loaded gun down
on the street
where the dead have fun,
I’m low
I’m gonna close my eyes.
It’s a sick sad world.
