Dazed and confused wired and drunk.
Live music on stage, spouting all that bunk.
Capaccino in hand, froth on the lips, a need in the soul.
Hendrix asks "Are you experienced?"; as i toke another bowl.

From the ledge I sit upon I glance at the walls above.
I see the marks left by my fingers, try to ascend as a dove.
Gouges and rips to match the tears down my face and in my life.
Brutal holes in the soul to attest to the fight and strife.

Nine Inch Nailes and the Dead Kennedys on the mind.
With Marley on the tongue, Knowing only blues in the heart you'll find
tears like rain, pool at my feet.
Do I admit to defeat?

Contemplate the meaning behind existance with all it's grief in tow.
Happiness an impossibility with hopes dashed and love gone below.
I try to be honest with myself...
Yet, here I lay on the cursed shelf.

Alone, friends have become enemies, enemies all the stronger.
Pain and suffering enough to ponder.
I look below to the darkness alive in the abyss.
Hearing a deadly horror-filled howl, a blood-curdling hiss.
From whence did that come? I wonder, did I do this?

Elsewhere I must travel but can not see the direction.
No one seems to be 'round to inquire as to a path correction.
Heart soul and all my being find the sleep of the living dead.
Will there be someone to bid me "Arise and awake"?; my harshest dread...