Poetry · volume 1
Psychiatric
The beginningsThe endingsThose are the wings of thingsThe things that lift us up Death,That tips you downWhat slakes your thirst?Who grieves you now?The price we payRebirth, a sickly sound Come, taste the earthCome break some groundI’ve known it twiceI’ve fucked around Valium, Seroquel, HalidolFinally, nowThe drugs are freeDave gave me soadA razor too, and watched me shave Every hour, a flickering lightFinally, nowI’m safe at nightEmpty mindsEmpty heartsEmpty souls Finally, nowI’m at home.