Dark damp dreary nights consume my conscious
patters of raindrops disturb my thought process
im thoughtless in my content but remain content
pent home alone searching for what’s significant
traffic traverses and transposes vibrant sounds
swirling noise from vehicles homebound surround
lying down wind chills through an open window
cool calms the fire, oppresses hell and lets sin go
relax in a state of numb hanging a dried tongue
im fetal for poisonous needles, so I succumb
the elastic arm band strangles my weary veins
vain in the way I prick my line inflicting pain
distain stains my name as liquid dope infiltrates
make no move, and wait for fates place to take
mistakes are made and this is my worst and last
singing out this is Joh----------(pulse went flat)
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