Drug Dream

Developed in me
A synthetic tree
Its branches will twine
With a soldering whine

Directed, infected
Soon I will regret it
In another moment
I’m my own opponent

Like a pair of blinded eyes
That make senses clear and wise
Growing older everyday
This thread is starting to fray

What were you like when you were young
With the first hand on your loin
Were you destined for true love
Right from the moment you were born

Was your erection one that constantly exploded
Or just a romantic dream of a woman on t.v.