Traffic Haze

This brain is a buzzing beehive.

Swarming through infestation.

My muscles pulse and burn alive.

Tonight they crave sensation.

And when the night finally falls

She'll wrap her arms around me.

And when I drop into the sea.

Let me rise in glory.

I'm one in the glow of the rising sun.

Across these walls are my loathing scrawls.

I hear the water underneath the bridge.

This day was a slanting misfire,

A selfish infatuation-

All my lovers live on pages.

It leaves me lonely, reading.

And from this perch I am a god.

The river speaks to me,

One final step.

And I will fly into that waiting darkness.

So I glide blindly through the streets.

And I can hear the traffic haze.

Yeah, maybe I've had better days.