serious sam is having a hard time fixing while dangling upside down from the tight rope. |
you pushed the needle in my arm and said i should relax. i trembled as you spoke those words and pulled the plunger back. the red came leaking slowly out to mix with dirty brown; you grinned at me and said, "with this, you'll never need a crown." i closed my eyes and held my breath, and then you said, "all done." i looked around and blinked just twice, and wondered if i'd won. and then it came, a golden wave-- i knew i'd found my god. i smacked my lips and dropped my head, i fell into a nod. we counted highs like candied corn-- our pleasure knew no bounds; a sea of ev'rything that's sweet, our sanctuary sound. when all was swell, you'd take my hand; we'd suckle at the teat. i hoped that it would never end, but rapture's bittersweet. we walked thru fields of broken glass-- at night our master crooned; you said we lived a velvet dream, yet fed me from a spoon. i found no meaning in our days-- we met death's hungry stare-- we bled out life like flowers spurned, we simply were not there. despite our shallow whims and ways, we didn't mind the score. the dope was good, but still: we wanted less not more. who hears the siren sing her song? only i, and i am long gone |