My pen is dead, like a leaf in the fall,
Crunching below my feet, as I creep and I crawl,
Dry is the ink, dull is the point,
No time to think, smoke up a joint.
Inhale, out hale, smoke be a rising,
Breath in its fragrance, high is surviving,
Blood in my eyes, dizzy as dumb,
Memory of lies, I\'m on the run.
Turn up the music, listen to vibes,
Sex with a munic, has no surprise.
Days of long ago lost,
In a sleepy dream of the night,
Everything costs,
Even delight.
For blindness has fallen,
Like leaves from a tree.
The winter colds calling,
Blows the cold breeze.
Frozen in time, like space and the stars,
Here I’m sublime, I will go far.
Distance to travel, while clocks tick and tock,
Questions to unravel, like sheep to their flock.
Follow the leader, he knows the way,
Meter by meter, trees they will sway.
Forests of fires, burning till dust,
Human desire, from sexual lust.
Fornication, masturbation, exhortation,
These are the vices, disturbingly entices.
For prayers are but silent,
Heard from a ghost,
In a story book written,
By men who almost,
Laid out the laws, made all the rules,
Because humans have flaws,
Spoken in schools.
To teach right and wrong,
To reach for what’s gone.
The virtue of men, with a black broken pen.
And paper that’s clear, for reading our fears.
And nightmares in minds,
Of the very same kind,
That dances with death,
With your very last breath.
Till bones, blood and brains,
The cheery man came,
And told you a joke,
Laughing the same,
Humor be broke.
Tears I will swallow,
Like water with ice,
Here I will wallow,
And roll both the dice,
Luck up or down,
Bets won or lost,
Kings wear their crowns,
Burden of cost.