I - THE SPIRIT TRIES TO CONVINCE THE MIND THAT THEY'LL BOTH BE FINE
We live crumpled by time, by other men and women, and ourselves
And modernity has set these ways in stone
We wake up with our vision blurred, fall asleep with vision dimmed
And there is much time! To breathe and consume alone
But no time to live
Nourished so that it could flourish
Admonished not to stay unpolished
Then established to be abolished
Constructed to be demolished
So did the birth of undeath transpire
Thus it begins, the warm-up to departure
To a pilgrimage true and ancient
An attempt to cease the eternal torture
To turn a dying man sentient
I encourage each and every inch of my cage
To embrace serenity and abandon rage
Thus does the scene arrange itself
I grab a dozen books from the shelf
Some water for the betterment of health
I'd pick up my wealth, but I have none left
Downstairs I am, my glasses shine in sunshine
I permit the light to permeate me
I cast out most worry, I don't share its bloodline
I only worry my worries might hate me
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II - BOOK OF BAD HABITS
They hated me and caught me
My systems utterly malfunction
The heart is devoid of action
The liver is prone to seduction
Unhappy with all the consumption
It'd benefit from a reduction
But I don't want painful reactions
I walk around and see but attractions
Between us though there's no attraction
I'm starting to get stressed
Growing more obsessed
AND I JUST WANTED A SIP OF THE BEST
...I might need some rest
Your relief is a fallacy
I don't want what you see
I JUST WANT MY CIGARETTES FOR THEY ARE NO ENEMY
...They get the best out of me
Nothing at all matters
And life has no meaning
There are no matters
Which require treating
True pain is self-inflicted
True pain has little purpose
I'm oddly gleeful, somehow
To still amass these verses
This torment is needless
My resistance restless
The mind is relentless
The heart though - defenseless
You don't know the source...
I'll explain in due course
Or not
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III - IRRESPONSIBLE USE OF THIS SUBSTANCE IS ILL-ADVISED
I cannot see the moon
'Tis cloaked by the clouds
It will appear soon
To pursue its routes
But I won't move an inch
I shall hardly flinch
I'm just not in the mood
Even if you pinch
But when the nightgrowth sprouts
And spreads open its mouths
I shall deflect the earhtly lynch
And seek joy in the nightly clinch
Of rumination
I was advised to meekly condone the many idiocies of our world
And assimilate myself into it
I refused then, I refuse now, and I refuse to accept you wouldn't comply with my refusal
My visage glimmers in a puddle, the reflection being enabled by the moonlight which has now found its way towards the earth
And, oh boy, how the nightgrowth has... grown!
(I utter in a lively tone)
I at last feel not alone
At the dark night's throne
I shall retreat before I'm found
Escape into slumber sound
Before the moonlight finds its way away from the earth and towards the endless void
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