I'm here bordering almost oneiric
in a state of somnolence in an invisible fire
wearing the personification of a hellish realm
obsessive and compulsive in the unknown...

I turn the hourglass counting grains of sand
to validate my existence pondering am I a victim
alone and depressed tonight...

Are you as lonely as I am, perhaps?
do you wear the narcissistic smile
in the shape of the crescent moon?

Que tal, La Luna
I whisper to the night in disintegration
"Your sleepy lullaby has failed me tonight"
just as the opiates that fall from your eyes
in steams of gleaming silver dreams...

Euphoria fades with shallow thoughts
in glass silhouettes of burning embers
making a pile of ashes so unique
no insane arsonist could have imagined...

Comes the dawn to end this paralysis
leaving me wondering am I just a marionette
that even opiates or Xanax cannot cure...

On the corner of my night table
empty bottles mock me...