I closed the curtains over
Blocking out the beaming sun and the world
I could\'ve swooned from the heat
Around the dross I\'ve created
Enveloped in smoke
In a jungle
Choking on my sharp words
Three drinks into the day
I was a free spirit
Not a sacrifice
Colours glow in my eyes
I\'ve died
It was an artistic experiment
A bird song
The tug of the pulp
When it all went wrong
When the spark was to the heather
I made an excuse for the depredation
It has been months since I\'ve felt anything
As always the moon beckons
Now I have rearranged myself
My ice cream dreams are melting
There\'s a canyon in my heart
I\'m wide awake
Captivated by the flicker of the light
My mind is going around in circles
It\'s like a ballerina in a trinket box
Blind to the uninviting consequence
In the tailback, around vapid grays
Carrying dead weight and machinery
I\'m made of magic
Time is slipping away like there\'s no tomorrow
I wish it would never end.