Dry air

In the deadened of quiet night
like when your minds doing over time
feeding these ever dark saturated lines
spewing my fears out
like administered prescription drugs
i feel my whole world rolling under me
chained down like a demon in distress

Hoping my life's only in a temporary state of undress
I'm so sick of regressing, its far to oppressing,
the blood in my veins is the ink for my story,
but don't get to comfy this ain't no jack an ory,
the bends that i took to arrive in this place
filled with horror to chill even the most toughest hard faced

but my pain weren't in vain for raw material it has breathed
all the times that Ive hidden under my rock an just seethed,
my mind teeming with the vermin parasite lice
that crawl through its chambers feeding upon the vice
that's the stamp of experience in a place none to reminate of paradise
no deep duck egg blue sunshine filled, only the blackest starless dark Sky's

I'm rolling these memories from the words in my mouth,
oiled out slick like, ripples from the past, creating voids deep an vast
the gate to my calm, rusted, disused,
all the sticky plaster happy reserves gone been abused,
an as i writhe all hot like, in a dream state that don't abate,
my minds lost forever to the realm of the wrong turn
displaced the new, understatement of the maligned
was i such a c't in a past life that in this i been constantly fined,

well the toil of this taxing just got to much,
I'm pulling on my white gloves an climbing out the rabbit hutch,
All Alice gone bad like a geisha gone whore
I won't spend the rest of my days in the filth, past laborious constraints
an if that no longer feeds my skins pen then i ain't got no complaints
for I'm tearing outta here the chasm at the bottom of my world
like a bystander i watched all the racked up pain an grief unfurled
I ain't feeling now though, i written it till i gone numb
I hope Jack an ory listening easy was not as much fun.