Cyanide Night

  I feel like I'm going nowhere

  As if death is knawing away at me

  In some distant corner of a dark room

  Where I sit counting my fingers backwards


  I mix myself a colorful cocktail

  Sweet as flowers, cyanide night -

  My jukebox is playing my favorite tune

  A piece of Rock, Death to a Politician...

  I drink the nectar in one full swoop

  Then wait for my appointment with destiny

  The music is like an internal torture to my ears

  And the light, oh that maddening light bulb...

  My eyes feel like their fitted with lead weights

  As I close them I see her in the distance waving

  All my body is numb and cold, I know I can't move

  Know now that it wont be too long, I'm glad...

  The music has stopped playing, and I'm freezing

  She's nearer now beckoning me with open arms to go

  With a face of an Angel so I don't feel scared

  I take her hand, then suddenly her face changes...

  From that of Angel, to that of a thing with skeleton face
  I think I'm heading to a place of No Delights!!!

                                                         B...
Copywriter UK 2006
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Cyanide Night