neon...

They say they found me dreaming,
They say I was not breathing…my pulse was lower than the drippings from the dome…
My only source of elixir…
They say I was down by the neon lights…
My head was heavy and my spirit was low…
I knew what had happened, but they knew even more…
Cigarette buds were fallen all around me…The blood from my wrists, anointed the ground…

Absinth is not supposed to be drunk pure, she told me…

Jane was always merciful…throughout the twenty-seven winter days that I lay dead….
I was really disturbed after the night I tore her apart…
Dreams had never been this intimidating….
I kept flying…I had no aim….
The cold breeze was never my friend…I had no soul to blame…
I’ve grown old…but I never grew intelligent…
The walls were too thick for me to walk through them…
I was asked not to crush but to embrace them…
I stopped, as I hear a serpent singing hymns…
It never really made me snivel like that…
I sat right there under the neon lights….
The guilt sweetened the pain of the knife…as it travelled smoothly across my wrist… 
Blood dripping…as the spirits left my body…
The air was filled with the scent of rotting meat…
Gods chapel was no longer sacred…
Parasites drank my nectar….
The neon lights were divine….
The light left my eyes....