That Backwater Glow
More fire in the sky
I must play the strings
I have to play
if I cannot play the strings I cannot tell the story
......
such a monstrous creation
fucking hideous
i had a dream about it again last night
had six arms sewn onto it's sides
they all had butterfly knives
the things face was flayed open and all it's rotten
teeth were just gnashing and spewing slobber
and... I don't wanna talk about it
All the chemicals have made my brain cryptic
no more handsome stranger
just a set of bleary eyes and
visions of the 'sixer in his head
It's too dark
not enough coke
or too much. Not sure
such a monstrous creation
of course there's
no goddamn booze
Maybe that "self love"
the therapist talks about
will slow me down
albeit, I fear I have
crossed the threshhold
Yes.... Mother Mary says
This is the suffering of your hand
you must bask in it as the sun, son.
"Ya don't love yerself
ya don't love God
ya don't love anybody"
I screamed and let it out and was still unable to relax
The Night Watch 