Morning weekend

Imagination slides past the door,
hits me hard
and i fall.

when we hit the noise,
that breaking point,
we\'ll stop.

but not for now,
as we carry on
through the dirty
journey
to happiness;
death eats away at our lungs.

feel it as it punctures
the ear
pierces
and it hurts
like hell.

hit rock bottom,
faster than you think.
in a doped up state
everything hurts.

the messages being sent to you
are put on hold
as the paranoia cuts through
cables
and eats you whole.

being swallowed wasn\'t fun
about as fun
as a normal weekend
for a normal person.