Acid Bath

A cloud of flies obscure the sun
A stone is dropped the dream undone
Ripples grow and ride the tide
The dead thing crawls from deep inside
With its dying sour breath
The burning smell of insect flesh
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around TV's turned up to loud
We are the dead next door
Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
Taste the light inject the lord
I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
The dream is swirling, I'm alone