Please please...
Inject me with bittersweet release
Pity pity me
I still dream my dreams
Look closely…
There is me in the obscene.
Once I lay in the fields of Ashburton
And that day I was free.
Grapple with worn vein
Slip that rustic needle in
Lie upon deadbeat sheets
Listen to the patter of tiny feet
Sweat excretes to rest upon an unwashed brow
How did it come to this, you wonder now
Laughing girl, were you vexed?
Perhaps anorexic, maybe dyslexic?
Well bred honey, plenty of money
So much left unsaid
So little time left now instead.
Path of intersection
Heaped memories of rejection
Your eyes closed for a split second
While Dr Jekyll beckoned
With his addictive fire liquid
His slick silver tongue
His manipulative erection
And you lay upon his dreams
Shed your youthful skin
While he took your receipt
To life and freedom
Nervous wreck
There remain the veins of your neck
Fresh untouched inviting
What ails you now?
Insomnia, tightness in your chest?
Depression at its very best,
Pounding heart, pounding head
Can't you hear your baby cry
As it lies unfed,
While you were absent
Out of your wasted head
S-P-R-E-A-D
Across your deadbeat sheets
While the needle wide ranging
Shoots pleasure to the centre of your brain
You call it euphoria
You have just been short changed
Really everything is unchanged.
Please please...
Inject me with bittersweet release
Pity pity me
I'm still here dreaming dreams
Once I lay in the fields of Ashburton
And that day I was free.