this brain is a buzzing beehivenswarming thought infestationnmy muscles pulse and burn aliventonight they crave sensationnand when the night finally fallsnshe'll wrap her arms around menwhen i drop into the seanlet me rise in gloryni'm one in the glow of the rising sunnacross these walls are my loathing scrawlsni hear the water underneath the bridgenthis day was a slanting misfirenselfish infatuationnall my lovers live on pagesnit leaves me lonely, readingnand from this perch i am a godnthe river speaks to menone final step and i will flyninto that waiting darknessni'm one in the glow of the rising sunnacross these walls are my loathing scrawlsni hear the water underneath the bridgenso i glide blindly through these streetsnand i can hear the traffic hazenyeah, maybe i've had better days