Crazy Nut
-11 June 2005-
Nothing is the sweetest
Sound you could ever hear
It’s the rustle of leaves
The wind in your hair
Nothing is a dark void
Waiting to suck you in
So the nothingness seeps
Into your skin
As you squirm and revolt
So they force sweet paregoric
To slip down your throat
Leaving you numb
And longing to choke
As the fogginess clears
And you like in bed
Wondering why
You have all these scars
On your body
As you awake to the sun
With the razor in hand
You’ve trailed the blood
All over yourself and your bed
And as the nurse struts in
And says “tut… tut… tut…”
You realize
You are just
Another
Crazy nut
Sound you could ever hear
It’s the rustle of leaves
The wind in your hair
Nothing is a dark void
Waiting to suck you in
So the nothingness seeps
Into your skin
As you squirm and revolt
So they force sweet paregoric
To slip down your throat
Leaving you numb
And longing to choke
As the fogginess clears
And you like in bed
Wondering why
You have all these scars
On your body
As you awake to the sun
With the razor in hand
You’ve trailed the blood
All over yourself and your bed
And as the nurse struts in
And says “tut… tut… tut…”
You realize
You are just
Another
Crazy nut
