Sometimes another’s black mood will invade my own, and I will own and assume it.
Happened recently. And though I’m not in despair, I have known it. We all have.
Here’s the result (MP3 as a link:)
There’s a fever, heats your skin
Makes you cry hot water
Like a pounding migraine din
Leads your thoughts to slaughter
Ticking clock like thunderous jet
Wind-whipped eyes are streaming
Can’t name that condition yet,
Seems I must be dreaming.
And I don’t know why I’m dreaming
And I don’t know why I’m screaming
And if I lie, it’s unseemly, or even worse
And I’m careening into the abyss
And there’s no cure, no cure for this
There’s a shiver down my spine
Cold night dark as dungeons
Clammy palms and trembling hands
Head feels like it’s bludgeoned
Silence then, a tight cocoon,
Wrapped to stop my breathing
Longing for a cigarette
My heart is stopped yet seething