i wish this was something stronger,
a vile substance draining sensibility,
i wished this shit actually worked.

creating apathy of the brain,
if only for an hour,
vulgar strains tied up like decorations.

putrid tastes, in a tasteless can,
something stronger would be a melody.
a melody of tastes, played by the orchestra of my mind.

i'm afraid of dreaming,
afraid of looking up again.
there's nothing there for me.

i'll stay with this vile can,
i'll stay in the dark dampness of life,
but i'll never be satisfied,
without something stronger.