If hell is the absence of love
that's where I grew up.
Just to make it interesting
I'm afraid of everywhere else.

Maybe that's why "life" is addictive
there's space to hide & run.
If you squint, smirk & spit enough
it almost feels like heaven.

In my mind, I'm a rich white man
cruising around not giving a damn.
In my mind, in my mind.

In my spirit, I'm an old witch
burning fat candles for kins' woes.
In my spirit, in my spirit.

In my soul, I'm a lost child
nothing to look for & nowhere to go.
In my soul, in my soul.

In my eyes, the black sun burns bright
I know I can't fight, I look to you instead.
In my eyes, in my eyes.

The worm in me like fragile broken things-
ruins that are permanent with death
where everything happened & done with.
The little worm whispers & squirms.

A seed conceived by despair & lust-
in bed with red mist of mosquitos
spreading decay of doubt & fear,
eating away at the core.

Happy little worm.   

Time doesn't wait,
all I can go by
is a hug & a wink.

Minds don't change.
Last night's fragrance
whispers a hug & a wink.

We say goodbyes.
The weather outside
gifts a hug & a wink.

Believe in fiction, reality is boring.
Believe in fiction, reality's outta reach.
Believe in friction, peace is over-rated.
Believe in fiction, nobody gives a shit.

Hijack this life of mine-
no purpose & no reply.
Giving up control
for the chance to ride-
to the top:
a brief sunshine.

Hi, hi, hi, this is the view when I die:
leafy branches covering the sky.
Before I close my eyes,
like a bird with imperfect wings
going home to rest.

Nothing worse than being dominated,
falling victim of some power struggle.
It tells you that you are just that
and that's final. From then on,
no dreams are pure and simple.
It's broken will souring in a bottle
used as a molotov cocktail 
by any passing asshole.
Break out, break out, you fool!
Be an animal, not mineral or vegetable.