I Smoulder Inside

"like a contemporary Shiva"

This black negativity rides
it's blasting thru white
as I smoulder inside
in a world of shite...

I hear pre-bursts of New Year
as I slide thru the gutter
of explosive odours
and monochrome stutter...

Addiction/ confusion
substance/ illusions...
I smoulder inside
in a world of shite...

Demi-rep even in sleep
the worthwhile delirium creeps
thru the hideaway for obscenities
inside the shelter for the in-betweens

Addiction/ confusion
substance/ illusions...