Millions and billions and trillions of little points of light illuminate our existence. With all the tiny dots that make up the matter of our being... why must I contribute?
Cut along the dashes, connect the dots, dot your j's and stab your i's. Go up the road and not across. Do not mix your prescriptions with alcohol and do not operate heavy machinery while fucking in missionary.
So much pain balled up inside the glowing orb. Spinning, whirling... glaring, watching. Nothing is real anyways. Sell my blood for 25 cents a drop. That's what I have to sacrifice because I am just a little sweetheart. Purge me like a glass piggy bank. One fell swoop of a hammer and quarters will spill out of my insides. Wrap me up and take me to Mexico. Give the children sticks and I can feed them for a year. Same story, different language. Same song, different day. Tears are invisible when your standing in the rain. No one can see and no one will know.
Twist, twist, stab... inject. Repeat. Twist, twist, stab... inject.
Feel the burn... fire under your skin. It itches and seers. It is an artist... aren't the flowers pretty?
Is the long term worth living in this prison? Swallow your pills. Your body is no longer a temple or a greenhouse. Nothing is going to grow in there, too many parasites, too much salt in the soil and weeds in the garden. Surely anything good that could grown will be choked by the thistles. This garden was here before you, inherited it, passed down through generations... somewhere along the lines someone lost control. One weed was overlooked.
I can't swim anymore... the water is dark, thick like tar, pulling this way and that. I know I want out but I can't grab the rope.
Twist, twist, stab... inject. Repeat. Twist, twist, stab... inject.
Repeat till death.
