Tried to find her pulse
but tripped on the scar tissue—
hard to miss—you left barcodes
on your wrists for charged issues
Pardon, boo, but subscription
to a loaded magazine
would’ve been your cup of tea
if death wasn't but a dream
Though I see you've rolled the die
Am I your last hope alive?
‘Cause your lows passed my high
on this bipolar roller ride?
Open eyed, I’d
introduced you to skepticism
Guess inception isn't the best
mechanism to upset the system

'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams,
this reality has no reason for counting.'
She said… 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams,
these scenes have no meaning worth mouthing…'

Train tracks mark your arms
where metal pushed its way through
The blade’s your transportation
to a place that no one strays to—
with cushions n’ candles—
my little damsel in distress
Hooked to the gamble
Looking to cancel what you invest
Woke to a text that read
“I’ve always loved u…”
Drove over, assuming
the high stakes of a blood pool
Anyhow it’s clear, your WIDE ASLEEP
and there’s a way out from here—
but that’s through me—
so get up off the couch, my dear…
Oxycontin swabs
overcrowded your mouth I fear
And your nose, no wonder
I found you impaired, down on air
No time for sirens—
hit the highway flying
Can make it if we chase it
like the high you been riding

'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams,
this reality has no reason for counting.'
She said… 'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams,
these scenes have no meaning worth mouthing…'

Listen—snap out of it, girl—
get up off your island
No—we won’t go
to any hospital that I been
I swear, miss—no one’s guna hurt you—
on my word, boo!
Shit, I’d admit myself
before I threw you to some dirt suits…
But your curfew’s near
I sense it coming—hunny
don’t worry ‘bout nothing—
a lil’ liquid charcoal’ll empty stomach
You know I love you, too
Here, make some cuddle room—see?
I scooped you up
like we headed to our honeymoon—we
hit the exit pretending
rain pellets are rice strewn
Stay awake a lil’ longer, babe
We'll say g’night soon…
Well now your belt’s unfastened—
you’re beginning to look cold
Guess this gon’ be the first time
you see me slipping out clothes
Tuck you in—grab your hand—
we’re almost there
Clammy skin glows—
shedding light on your comatose stare
Yea, I’ve visited the sun
but our honeymoon eclipsed it
in the twisted twilight
where no kiss could rid your blue lipstick…

'If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams…'