dancing in wind like branches
repeating notes like trances
manipulating like Manson
flattened out like a pressed flower
skin boiling from a hot shower
bags in my whip bags under my lids
smoking gas but drive a Tesla
drunk just a smidge
keep the liquor in the fridge
finger nails burnt from the roaches
10 push ups for the coaches
meditating with my mentor
I am the light
I am the light
I am the light
Stay in at night
I am the fright
I am the fright
My eyes are barely open
No idea where I am going

Kevin Syens