You’re dreaming away, wasting away
sitting pretty on clouds lined with silver
your veins are rich, your wallet is poor
face down on the floor
colored pills and hospital beds
vultures come to swarm overhead
white washed walls darker than skin
the smell of death is the only thing keeping you alive
the needle still isn’t the cure for your ailing heart
cardiac arrest is followed by a flatline
disconnect this love from within your veins
everyone knows how the story goes
silver lining is a dull grey up close
