Wild High

Hell in room's wide,

Narrows my side.

Tied to my pain,

Feel like spit stain.

Charms of self-hate

Ain't no fun.

Draining the mind

In wild high.

New day new blame,

No time for shame.

Narrow room's mud,

Hell in my blood.

Self-persuasion

Ain't no fun.

Sick man dies,

He knows why.

(Joy to all who mourn, intercession for the hungry, destitute and poor. And for haters, invaders, murderers and liars a painful death. But today everything's vice versa.)

Chained to horse you ride,

Feel what I've implied.

Lower than grass,

Feel more think less.

All that ain't no fun,

Greed has won the run.

Desolate myself,

Oh I need help!