The veins are drab and empty now
Contents dissolved to the airwaves
The sunshine is my rainy season
But I find solace in this dry wall prison
Consulting with my aluminum friends
We try to find the best way to kill wisdom
Tie a warm noose around its foundation?
Or feed it substance to keep it silent?
Forget it, all of this fills me with a sick lust
I'll just give my body to the wind instead