Two dead moths

Sleep’s no good, man
what would you expect?
Cinderella sucks your cock
you don’t get any rest.
Hung up
did too much caffeine.
Summer’s on, boy!
But hold that dream
Moths conspire
to lick your eyes
Leaving black dust
so you can’t see

Do you really
Need to see?

The more psychotic I am
the higher that I feel
Freedom does not get around
it just gets around me
My cannots are all here
my cola can is there
Need a bit more of caffeine
struggling through my veins.

Addicted to love
Addicted to high
Addicted to self…

Purpling drops are dropping
from my eyeballs.
Want to drink some?