I once have bled from the needle of Eve,
Unwed I lie in bed with heroine,
Whilst father said in God I must believe,
Yet I just watch the sunset deep within.
In Christian truths or lies I found nothing,
The voids in life I have failed to fill,
The churches sing yet my faith is sinking,
The mysteries haunt less with every pill.
My lungs, they cough and plea until they bleed,
And head then spins with sick, fiendish delight;
Thoughts lost here, diseased, my mind full of weed,
This, my twisted reality tonight.
Awoke years later things aren't what they seem,
I wish I could say it was all a dream.
