I am hanging between past and present,
spewing my inner world.
Meanwhile, the someone gets pleasure,
while someone sold their soul.

I have not made a decision
to die or survive today.
Give me your hand, rapid vision.
And please take me away.

Like a slimy frog in my throat
my heart is beating.
"Drink to survive" words in my thoughts
now I am hearing.

Wine and midnight vision -
that is my religion.
Insatiable desire
it is my sacred fire.

Horrible old man, stop talking
and banging his crutch in my head.
Although I am quit smoking,
it seems that I'm already dead.

I'm scared to look in the mirror,
because I'm not there today.
All the sounds of hell I am hear.
Now I can quietly pray.