Mourning Cursive - There The Poet…

There the poet lives Sunk in his own blissful depression and sorrow Protesting sobriety with gallons of liquor and hallucinogens There the poet sleeps Dreams are made of reality beginning to fade A beautiful cacophony of syncopated Technicolor ­ There the poet sits Writing and stringing together subjugated thoughts ­ For someone to decipher and find further meanings There the poet listens Screeching birds like pterodactyls drilling his mind Piercing the silent observations he desires There the poet laments Perched on the edge of the world Waiting for oblivion to come and save us all