Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night,eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles?..I make arrangements
for a pint-sized journey?..I'm the queen of this condition./I'm an expert on making the trip???..and now they say I'm an addict?..Now they ask why?.WHY???
Yes, I admit?it has gotten to be a bit of a habit-//////blows eight at a time, socked in the eye, hauled away by the pink, the orange, the green and the white goodnights.
I'm becoming something of a chemical mixture. that's it!!!!!My supply of tablets
has got to last for years and years?.I like them more than I like me?It's a kind of marriage?..It's a kind of war where I plant bombs inside of myself. Yes
Then I lie on; my altar elevated by the eight chemical kisses. What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights. Fee-fi-fo-fum-?Now I'm borrowed. ..

. Now I'm numb. :eek: