6 a.m.

It's 6 am baby...and you've got me covered in wax
melting into your sheets
swimming in your presence
digging into my mind to find the love you left
toking on a pooky to stay up till dawn
gaining rings in different orifice's
falling more into the hell called life
anticipating the walk to the pearly gates
only to have the trap door beneath my feet fall apart
intoxicating my senses to harmless heroes
running rampant at the first time we touched
crowning the man in the row over
supplying the entertainment brought by howling wolves
having mice chew the power to shreds
heating my heart to its last beat
just to make it real
now all I need is a brain and some courage
you will see the world turn inside out
smoking on my kind words
dripping candles into my eyes
blinded by steaming wax covering my whole self
tasteless crunches in my cereal
sour milk poured down a fly infested dish covered sink
and still the wax drips.