I've given up the day
 Like I've given up the ghost 
 The old spring's brush of life
 Is a rotted coughed breath
 I've spanned through time 
 And strangled all my ideas
 Slowly within this sloth
 Suffocated my cares,
 Now I must give up the morning's mead 
 The delicate hours
 Where we open our eyes like buds 
 And stretch out bodies
 Like waking storks
 Give up, to pay the price of desires
 Time doubles when you don't sleep at night
 It works on the skin like rust on chrome
 Left to the understanding of others
 I want to desolve like my youth on l.s.d's tongue
 & dream a moral end to the despair 
 That clouds my soul
 My face to others, will never brace a change
 Any intelligent thoughts are like crumbs to seagulls
 The pets of the dammed, the pattern of footprints
 A complete circle that ends in tears

 Falling through heaven unto hell
 Till high on the peak of self discovery
 Ready for one glorious flight to recovery
 To meet the end as a passenger of desire
 & pay back the price of our precious time

 On this morning of my last dream
 I checked my pockets, 
 but there's nothing but blood