At times, tormented by the tones
Of memories and mobile phones
Encased and cut off in my room
The walls and windows my cocoon
I'd lie in linen streaked with mud
And filter poison through my blood
Letting the languorous hours slide
Out of the spoon lain at my side
All time would slip beneath me then
Distorting space and vision
As if bobbed upon my ocean
Summoned softly by its moon
I'd be cradled by the currents
And the waters would not drown me
They'd just gently wrap around me
With the warmness of the womb
As hours passed, the haze would clear
A voice of shame resounding near
As, time-to-time my gaze would fall
To mother's picture on the wall
Which gazed right back as if to say
"Dear child don't throw your life away
Don't wallow in your septic pit
Of filth, depravity and shit"
With gnawing guilt, inadequacy
White worms that writhe inside of me
I'd smoke a fag and have a drink
And hurt my head trying not to think
I'd gaze at mother, then the spoon
Then let my candle bathe the room
Letting its golden fingers lick
And cook myself another fix
Mother you're fading faster now
Disjointed from my vision
As I'm swept away on currents
Cloying for my every breath
My childhood's but a memory
Mere glimpses of euphoria
That flood in waves and then cascade
Down to my deepest depths
Mother you're fading faster now
Disjointed from my vision
As I'm swept away on currents
Cloying for my every breath
My childhood now is but a memory
Mere glimpses of euphoria
That flood in waves and then cascade
Down to my deepest depths