Written 2006:
Close all the windows
Shut all the doors
And tip my head on the stove
Gas all my depressions away
and send me to Nirvana
through clear like waves
that surface and blow
high into the air
Every little purple pill I take
will get me closer to defeat
Or is it a shortcut to the finish line?
A getaway car for a thief?
Monopoly for a tycoon?
Put a bullet through my head
So that it may blast away all
My memories and impact on
Every axon, strip away all
The myelin sheath around so that
No more pain carried through
Electricity may reach my brain
And let me die so no longer do I
Have to live in this sick world
And don’t let me live through false
Fantasies of hope and latter
Promises of heaven to come
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