Narcotic Aphasia

Walking away from dawn with a barren soul at hand,
A fixation on the face and a disease within that shallow man,
Passing one stranger after another with hypocrisy on their lips,
Misguided anger and confusion breeding on his finger-tips.

With each abuse he sets his mind free,
With each breath he questions what he might not be,
With each flick he concentrates his halting time,
On the life ploughed around him,
By the past and present of his future crimes.

The nausea infected Prozac soothing him within,
Nourishing his thoughts and penetrating his skin,
This lyre seeps out
as a revolt against his polluted convictions,
This thought provoking hallucinogen
places him within his own horrid execution.

To write under the influence of these intoxicated words,
To analyze his being as fatal and disturbed,
To suffocate out from his mind these intoxicated pleas,
Is for him not to be sober to know what i really be.

[Cluster V]