The smog makes my nose runny
My lungs heave when it starts to rain
Put me out of my misery, darling
Caress the facade gently, lightly -
I float into an abyss of moonshine induced nothingness.
A looming void, at the bottom reside nightmares
haunt me. Confront me.
The other side of the styx
ruthless in design
ever beyond reach.
Will I ever leave this material world?
Shoot me, honey.