The persuation is alluring
glowing in my head even
and in this room a spell
will be laid this evening



thick smoke from drugs
thin line of friendship
in a while I'll be a thug
and mindwash is complete



it's not long a while
til' that I've forgotten
or simply changed my mind
what was what commotion about



It's in the music as well
I've been told it's crap
It's in my drawings for sure
to which no hands would clap



how can this possibly suck
when a minutes hasn't passed
amounts of zero you give a fuck
My favourite tune is of that



as the rest of us fell asleep
I boggled with self-pity
talking with myself really
we're still in his room tonight



but are we really drowsy
or simply at his will
there's been years since
the hypnozis wasn't killing me


You don't know who you are
until he tells you
that is he's job since
he lost himself



a long
time ago



whom of all will wake up

and whom of us is cured

who can run for the door and

who will drowse som more






A Poem about a leader