Icarus

I'm falling, Icarus from the sun
I'm dying and my brain is falling apart
Hearing evil, seeing evil,
A conspiracy against one who must die
because they spoke evil.
Perhaps I should have remained in
reading good.

I wake up screaming. It's a nightmare -
Masks, tags, drips. A veritable cage for a soul
unable to fly, fly like Icarus to the sun.
A classical reference to déjà vu. Drugs that keep my body awake
will later kill my brain and soul, to save me from myself.

Drips entering subways, drugs hitting the vein
like a train through a tunnel
and my brain is central station but...
CRASH. They pull the mangled body out
Barely alive

I am as old as the place that they take me away from
Stone like the buildings that held me in their hearts.
But I know in my heart
That friendships have withered like
The flowers they didn't send to my bedside.

Walking. Not quite the walking dead,
but life is near enough to a horror movie
drugged up to the eye-balls that see the world
through thorn tinted spectacles
But even thorns see the sun and use it to grow

I'm falling, like Icarus
Falling again. But the sun doesn't burn like ice
and I'm free-falling without a parachute
Bursting through the clouds
Pain in hitting the earth
but when you're in love again
the solid world ceases to exist.