Fever

In the dark room
where the flash backs came to life
i was sleeping as i was
framing those memories
sleeping on that three legged bed of mine
with a crumpled sheet not big enough
to cover my own feet
i got the fever of playing dead
a fever where you play dead
all the time

I remember those days
when I had the fever
of playing dead all the time
and then the day when
you got tired of only
being on display
and decided to fly
going all the way up so high
as you went up for those grabs
and how they grabbed at you
and the way you unfolded
in front of my own eyes
while i tried to hide the shuffle
bit by bit underneath my sheet
as i was suffering from a fever
a fever of playing dead all the time
shivering as i did
with that stoned cold feet of mine

now the fever has long gone
the manager who smooth talked
and sold himself to people so fine
got kicked out of his own home
brick by brick a house
got unlayered and became
just another haunted room
out on the streets as i now roam
i think of the the doer
who committed the murder
and think about the done to
who waits for the fever
to come along right the next time
who tries to keep at bay
but waits on the day
the day he commits to the suicide

Hooked

Who was drilling holes
in his own plate
biting on the bait
getting hooked as the hook
stabbed itself in the
back of the neck
and trying to wriggle out
and the hook dug in deeper
and it was too late

they are chanting
in the colosseum
cowards must die
mantras of the mind
chants of the colosseum
cowards are best served fried

hanging by the hook
bleeding at the neck
aiming for the head
but shooting at the legs

hanging by the hook
bleeding at the neck
aiming for the head
but shooting in the legs

bleeding in the neck
bleeding in the legs
aim at the head
before its again too late

bleeding in the neck
bleeding in the legs
bleeding bleeding
bleeding slowly
to a cowards death