Dead Man Steal My Soul.

Breathe in these golden fumes
full of taunting heat and that one deep good feeling burn.
These lights.
So dark, so bright, at the very same time.
The pain in my belly becoming unbearable.
A single tear falling off the glass of my mirror
my reflection, dry, as it looks back at me.
Hospital beeping ringing in my ear.
Make it stop.
make it stop.

Fill this pill.
This dry thirst washing my mouth.
Break it, break me.
Fall away from this dream
oh no, I think the floor is coming a wee bit too close.
Doctor.
We have another emergency.

This town.
So dead with these clones
Deep filled smoke.
Every face looks the very same.
No, this isn't a place to die.
Broken roads
leading this way and that.
Ending with even more broken stones.
These buildings
run down and falling.
Making the image that they use to be something.
Before we got a hold of them.
No, this can't be
a great place for us to die.

Tossing and turning.
I hate when I have to go to sleep.
Me and my pillow
facing the dark with no lights.
My stomach clenching and clenching.
White White White.
There's not enough color.
No blue
to surface this disaster.

The cries of the Dead Man
coming round those broken bends.
His stench of just plain helplessness following him.
How I feel bad
for those clear White White White eyes.
No grip on reality,
say bye to the man who never speaks.
As he walks down the ice covered stones.
To that place I think we all fear.

I wish I was a saint.
To just put a blessing on your heart.
to see that Dead Man walk down our halls.
This scent of horrid staining the walls
this can't be right.
The hospital beeping fading away.
No.
NO.
This can't be the way to die.