I don't know how I got here

my eyes have been sewn shut

blood-haze filling the lids

wading through the gore

I stand, emaciated

Skin and bone, blood seeping

Skeletor has nothing on me

There's no point to this random, senseless, rambling of words

can you feel my pain?

Do you even know what pain is?

Does your heart beat in time with itself?

Tell me now

mother Earth, Father time, Santa Clause, God?

Anyone out there willing to face me?

Does anyone see why drugs are bad?

Look at me

I'm not even on them

like I said

There's no point, which makes this so great

go die now

everything is being raped

Life, love, and probably you in a dark alley

Oh well, let Bush win

I'm going back to sleep again.