One Way Ride.

reeferchief

I sat and watched
as all the ghosts from my past
danced before my eyes
on a psychotropic trip
for one last affirmation
of where I've been and become
the last time on the merry-go-round
the last journey to my mind unbound
to confirm what I become
what I become
a shadow of life
hid behind a knife
paranoid and burnt
by a sun less forgiving
by a sun not for living
this life had turned
into a living nightmare
scared by all that it saw
scared by all it knew
screwed by society
fucked by beliefs
all that could be nice
sunk below sea
and this journey wraped up
beneath ones own skin
dementia beckoned
no hope for me.