Welcome
To My Nightmare
I
Think You're Gonna Like It
I
Think You're Gonna Feel
Right
At Home...
I
am the derelict whose glassy eyed stare averts your own,
whose
hunger is your denial.
I
am the young girl that laughed at your short-comings
as she left
another dingy motel roon looking for the boy that trades poison for money.
And
some nine months from now, I'll be your crack baby,
falling
through the cracks into the arms of no one.
My
pockets are lined with the cash of your transgressions
and
my hands are stained with the blood of your foolishness.
I
am in your prisons and I am in your churches
and
I am in the arms of someone whose embrace you know
but do not prefer.
And
you thought everything was just fine,
or maybe...
you just weren't thinking.
But
wasn't that you just a moment ago
waxing philosophical
to your glassy eyed peer group
about
the wretched ways 'they' reach out and touch one another,
about
the value and sanctity of life,
about
the unchecked decline in morality of those less fortunate.
excusing
yourself for what you believe to be a moment,
you swagger from the room, powder in one hand,
fate taking hold of the other.
Staring
up at the ceiling of your best friend's bathroom,
wondering
if this is the same room in which you fucked his wife,
your
thoughts focus long enough to conclude
that
you are dying just as you had lived
and as
death exhales your final breath,
you whisper my
name:
Nothing
like a little bit of me to mess up a whole lot of you.
I'm
your ultimate in escapist destination,
your
favorite living nightmare, your most ardent admirer, your best friend
and
on occasion, a lie.
Or
two.
So
when that moment from hell burns a hole in your reality
and
the life you thought was great
has
begun to grate upon the tattered remains of your soul,
call
me.
Just
Whisper...
outta
here...
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