I’m staring out the window. watchin the cars go by

some little punks playing catch.

Familiar scene.

I turn my head look at this gray,bleak, cold room

Then again, it’s even colder out there

and the people, they’re bitter with frost.

They’re to ignorant to put on a coat.

I get warm thinking about the madness that surrounds me and the uneasiness that fills me.

I hear something,it’s you coming to help me.

To take me away, but of course you don’t

i get up, and with every step i take, you get duller.

The lights behind you dim and the noises die down.

great, now you’re gone

back into the abyss of thoughts and dreams in my head.

but that is what you are after all, a dream, that i gotta believe in, to make it.

i wake up, snap back into reality.

a car alarm went off,brats missed the ball and cracked a window.

as i pull my self up, i knock my noggin on the head board.

the pain reminds me im alive, it’s real.

It’s quiet, but not for long.

the sound of silence is shattered by The Thing That Should Not Be.

The music paints radical colors in the once gray room. The vibrations shake the foundation.

The noise drowns the outside.

I’m in my own world, Sugar Candy Mountain.

Things don’t seem that bad.

my narcotic temporarily numbs the pain.

the end