Blackness sporadic upon these scrolls
Sparks of inspiration burn midnight oil
Virgin yellow pages tortured for admission
In this self-serving asylum with paralyzing conditions
Warning signs like sirens were ignored through the night
Can't stop the zombie from stealing my eyes
Acoustic motivation through a tunnel for sound
From a quartet of Englishmen, one-half in the ground
My instrument is mightier than the sword
A pen I unsheathe
I haven't caressed the gently weeping guitar
But my heads still bobbing side to side
Singing along to J, P, G, and R
Electrons and caffeine feed the zombie
Dragging his feet in cold, wormy soil
Taming the psychosis for the craft he's been loyal
His grunts terrify, like a spring they'll uncoil
No appreciation of time these abnormalities of mine
Revising rhymes while I toil
Drugs circulating anesthetize attacks
Pain and agony is the knife in my back
I should put these thoughts to bed, tombstone marking my name
Whispers in my head, have you no shame?
I'm ever anxious for invisibility to surface
The household heckles with mischievous purpose
My mind is restless during nights under the gun
Forcing me to dream with the intruding sun
Isolation the explanation for a pale complexion
A runaway is flailing in every direction
She's done it to herself again
Abandoned immortality while bathing in sin
How quickly she died
A smiling corpse still puffing, lying on her side
Resurrected in the morning
A vicious circle of life
Will this trouble mark the beginning of a new revelation?
Estranged, but I'll write this emigrant home tonight
The doctor has scheduled too many patients
Jotting mental notes I watched two weeds grow higher and higher
The dandelion stood for deception, crabgrass for desperation
Six feet of digging is six hours of meditation
I've got to stop rummaging, I've had quite enough
4:20 a.m. and I'm yawning too much
Back to the graveyard to summon more power
Somewhere between the gutter and virgin yellow flowers
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