Tales from Freedom Lost :: Good Memory

You know how it feels when you lose a hero?
When you have more I.Q or
More sanity.

Sanity,
Somehow sanity doesn't exist,
Rather a word created by society.

You know how it feels when you smoke dope,
How good it feels when your mind knows when it's high.

How God sits on a candlestick.

The mess hall was long and wide,
Assault rifles lined up outside
Like motorbikes in a parking arcade.
Somehow we must defend this place,
This was a good memory.

Time slows down,
Virtually pausing.
We realize that this is precious.
Rainbows in my ears.

Heroin, How joyful it can be, luxury,
How beautiful it sounds.

I'm ready, I want a turn.