Sounds of a thousand birds
cars, tv sets
and even more birds
I close the window
slightly dampens the outside...
increases the sounds of my soul
the demons, the ghosts

This is here and now
in the blood
in the flesh
in the beating heart
here and now thru the pulses of my heart chambers

Bare muscle, naked soul
Naked to no one
Throws itself into the water
the deep dark currents present

Greasy hair, greasy mind
Nothing washes clean
I dreamed of a machine that would put me to sleep forever and keep me in the wildest of dreams, that would keep my mind forever unweary

I was shot today
shot by nothing
nothing
a big nothing right thru the head