Untitled/Interpretive

I've grown accustomed to this world,
been caught-up in its rush and swirl,
I need the rat-race to pacify the beast,
the drone of sirens and violence to put my mind at ease
Can't get used to quietness, it's somehow how
irreverent to the nature of the times
Bright lights big city to rest
these weary eyes, the sights and sounds
of the west somehow do imply, this is what we like



Feel more comfortable when, everythings amuck,
and drop-off this script at the pharmacy, when
my hearts racing a little to much
Nerves on edge, razors-edge, alcohol and
valium will do the trick
I sit back, fade-away become oblivious
for a while, to all the shit, and
listen to, "A Perfect Circle," for a bit,
hopefully It'll wash away all my insipid ticks



But if not I'll remain in this cage of my desire,
manuscript of my own design, here I can rely upon it
to feed me, as it knows what I like
This is my daemon that I've created, I've created,
sated by my needs, on volumes from within my core
does it feed
The blood of my experience, becomes its ink,
to write the story, that is me