Sleep.
Back of my head
slowly goes numb
stomach turns inside out.
Lust.
Serving the nerve,
dead to the world,
simply now I am nothing.
In
side
out
I
die
Shifting the sun,
see the new way,
split my head up
and maybe you can get some
Stay.
I’m too naked to be alone.
Make me sweat
until my body’s ugly
to me.
Stay.
Stain like the frost,
freeze me ’til numb,
now I’m a slave to my TV.
I can laugh,
cry,
jerk off,
learn gossip;
just don’t let me know
I’ve lost it.
Might as well be
another junkie,
happier than I ever thought I could be.
HG – 1995-2000
