Most of my life
Is a distant memory
Like a serpent that steals the night
The world has stolen my dreams
And no one can conquer the world

The world is detrimental
To those who try to love it
Much like my life
And those who are lethargic enough
To love me

I have often been misconstrued
And taken
To be one who enjoys
Fallacious behavior-
Yet cloyingly sweet

My thoughts are shallow
And insipid
And filled with malice
And intention
To harm another

The evenings I sanctify with
     great reverence
Though filled with gluttony and dearth
They offer the great pleasure of meeting
Saturnine phantasms
And cumbersome dotards

Often times I sit back
 And just see what  I have acquired
For I am a natural
And I just sit around and get high
     On water and ice
I will not drown
If I do
It will be on purpose